Polinsski: recently, about a concept called question-path, which captures a feeling that guides me while writing. It is about asking questions and giving them time to unfold. A feeling of focused curiosity. i got curious what happens if i collect some of the questions in a form of an interview.
A classic pattern: you try hard to write like someone else, but then you mess up and write in some stupid other way—and that ends up being what people relate to. I wish I had messed up sooner.
However, by forcing patrons to stop capturing content, and attempting to generate an artificial sense of mystique, it all feels a little contrived. As Emily over at Feed Me wrote in her review of Frog Club : “don’t treat me like a child and put a sticker on my phone, give me free bread, allow walk-ins, and stop trying so hard” .
This is a practicing self-memoir, recorded as an inconsistent logbook. This is my junkyard of will to live. Its ability to contain raw honesty and portray life's imperfections keeps me going. It makes me feel liberated and autonomous over my current meager life. It's a sanctuary for my literary authenticity.
He first started viewing his life as a puzzle during his swimming career. There were parts of him, or rather pieces, that didn’t quite fit. Some he couldn’t understand. Unexpected “s—head moods” and “hating who he was” when looking in the mirror. Each one confusing him when holding them up to the rest of the pieces of his life.