Alternate worlds of an author-wannabe

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https://www.behance.net/Juncen

If I were to become “an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades,” I’d probably have been writing about the Era of Me-Philosophy.  The book will provide a vivid and gory depiction of the society under the rule of social media platforms — while at the same time hatch a good theory for tracing the Mother Author – the culprit of these crazed architecture.

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https://www.behance.net/patr-richter

As a “popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions,” my books are probably about the emergence of radical movements.  One movement would be about the environment, say the retaliation of vegetation to human abusers, hence turning everyone green save for their teeth.  That’s going to be comical; but internally, it’s just a novel-length satirical piece.  Another movement could cover feminism, say an attempt at fictionalizing Roxane Gay’s “Bad Feminist” essay.

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But sorry — those were just fleeting stories during my usual daydream sessions.

The star of my fantasy picture?  That “literary-minded witch!”

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https://www.behance.net/sebastienLeboeuf

 

Texture, texture, text…

Textures give us impossible-to-ignore details.  In part of this launched Texture Challenge, I give you some eye-goodies to feast on.

Enjoy! 🙂

Sprawled
Sprawled
@ Jurong Lake Park
@ Jurong Lake Park

The turtles’ shell; or

the wooden plank to which it crawled;

yum!
yum!

Minuscule dots on fruit loops;

rough foodies against smooth ceramic against disturbed mattress.

Treetop
Treetop

Metal grills, ropes, and crisscross.

Happy to give!
Happy to give!

Hard and smooth.

Trail
Trail

Smoothed wood against raw trunk.

The way of the spiral
The way of the spiral

More wood!

Tea on wooden bench
Tea on wooden bench

Calming.

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Disclaimer:

These shots were taken using my mobile phone’s camera feature.

Hence, the lack of camera-esque quality. 😉

An Ode to It

 

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https://www.behance.net/deirling

The door is my thunder

It booms

and it claps

Perhaps, the Zeuses

of the door

like thunder

that much.

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Behind the verses:

As a writer, my employer understands my need for a relatively quiet space.  The silent mode makes for a blank canvass to which I could rub my fingers against keys and meet the set word quota.

It was as it is – until the other room’s door started to slam repeatedly.  Some people went out; the rest went in.  And yet, on and on the door-slamming went.  This uncharacteristic behavior on my peers’ part inspired the creation of such a crisp verse.

😉

Of sore muscles and tireless bones

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Drunk.  Picture me on the couch; my body, burden by the weight of nothingness, sinks on the pliant couch.  My head is constantly swimming in thoughts… What will I do next?  Should I eat?  Should I read?  Should I play Penguin Diner?  Or FB?

These thoughts have been drowning  the noise my anxieties make.  It screams of freedom — the amusing, never-fleeting liberty of the unemployed.  I could think of different ways to amuse myself; and I could actually do it.

But I don’t.

And that makes all the difference.

….

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http://unsplash.com/

Like a broken record, my system spins back to repeat the trusted routine.  Eat; Sleep; Apply.  I’ve been doing it, like for the nth time.  Okay, that’s just an acceptable slip of exaggeration.  Two weeks.  I’ve been on it for two weeks straight.  It’s an obvious variation from the popular book, Eat, Pray, Love.

Oh well…