No more clock-based passivity from the novelist, who interrupted a 20 -year routine with a decision to embrace the unpredictable
I used to be a penalized morning writer, but in the spring of 2010 I was calling a router-making facility in Shanghais Pudong district and witnessed thousands of workers in robins egg blue jumpsuits building the material are required to pole-vault Chinas technological connectedness ahead of all other countries in our new international order. This tableau spurred in me a soothing realisation that “the worlds” was changing even more quickly than Id thought it was, and that Id better shake circumstances up creatively to keep pace with it.
I asked myself a few questions: how can I imbue fiction with that same fractal appreciation of falling down a rabbit hole that we all experience when were online? How can writing compete with Netflix? How could I squeeze feeling into as few paroles as is practicable not just on a page but something people can speak from a gondola at 50 miles an hour?
To this end I deliberately upended what had been a 20 -year-old writing procedure. No more AM clock-based passivity, softly awaiting paroles that may or may not come depending on the fussiness of my muse. No more predictability; instead of sitting there seeming nostalgic for my pre-internet brain, I tried to figure out what my brand-new psyche was becoming and how that affected my write. So if you ask me what is my usual script era, I have no specific answer, just a series of tendencies which together characterize my new writing normal.
One: I do often of my writing on planes. Im actually at my happiest when Im writing on a plane, and Im writing these words on a plane right now, Lufthansa flight 1436 from Frankfurt to St Petersburg. Theres no Wi-Fi( sanctuary !) and Im having that not distasteful excitement of soon-to-end Schengen-era statelessness the kind of transnational fluidity so accurately touted by Monocle magazine a headspace where all the men wear slim-fit robe and all the women in little black full-dress go back to the place from the Embassy function to do some late darknes C ++ coding.
Q: Would you like a glass of irrigate with your vodka tonic ?
A: No. Thats why God developed ice cubes .
Two: I do often of my writing in hotel rooms, specially if theres a deadline. Actually, since I wrote the above paragraph Ive territory and am now in the St Petersburg W inn which has killer Wi-Fi and interior design selects perhaps built( in the highest possible appreciation) by an oligarchs mistress. Theres something about is available on a inn chamber most writers know this implicitly that frees up ones recalling. First you residence a scorched soil do-not-disturb on your email detail( autoreply: Im dead and hence unable to reply to your email) and second, hide the mobile phone in the desk drawer and its almost as good as being on a plane. Nobody reached among you. Youre safe.
Three: I write in places connected in definable ways to the forces of both the processes of globalization and deglobalisation: Shanghai router-making facilities; Chilean classrooms taken over by complaining students, the chambers now converted into masters studios; the International House of Pancakes on the northern back of Interstate 15 in Las Vegas. The more random and unpredictable the better.
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