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 trained morning writer, but in the spring of 2010 I was inspecting a router-making facility in Shanghais Pudong district and evidenced thousands of workers in robins egg off-color jumpsuits improving the gear are required to pole-vault Chinas technological connectedness ahead of all other countries in our new international order. This tableau motivated in me a gentle realisation that “the worlds” was changing even more quickly than Id thought it was, and that Id better shake stuffs up creatively to keep pace with it.
I requested myself a few questions: how can I imbue story with that same fractal appreciation of falling down a rabbit hole that everyone is knowledge when were online? How can writing compete with Netflix? How could I squeeze spirit into as few statements as possible not just on a page but something people are able to speak from a vehicle at 50 km / hour?
To this end I deliberately upended what had been a 20 -year-old writing procedure. No more AM clock-based passivity, calmly awaiting terms that may or may not see depending on the fussiness of my muse. No more predictability; instead of standing here detecting wistful for my pre-internet mentality, I tried to figure out what my brand-new brain was becoming and how that affected my writing. So if “youre asking me” what is my typical writing era, I have no specific rebuttal, merely 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 texts on a plane right now, Lufthansa flight 1436 from Frankfurt to St Petersburg. Theres no Wi-Fi( sanctuary !) and Im having that not nasty sensation 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 garb and all the women in little black dresses go back to the part from the Embassy function to do some late night C ++ coding.
Q: Would you like a glass of water with your vodka tonic ?
A: No. Thats why God invented ice cubes .
Two: I do much 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 alternatives possibly prepared( in the best possible feel) by an oligarchs mistress. Theres something about is available on a hotel chamber most columnists know this implicitly that frees up ones envisaging. First you residence a scorched soil do-not-disturb on your email chronicle( 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 an aircraft. Nobody can reach you. Youre safe.
Three: I write in places connected in definable ways to the forces of both globalisation and deglobalisation: Shanghai router-making facilities; Chilean classrooms taken over by affirming students, the rooms now converted into masters studios; the International House of Pancakes on the north back of Interstate 15 in Las Vegas. The more random and unpredictable the better.
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