Here’s the first part of a short series I’m doing.
It’s not thoroughly spell-checked, I did not yet check it for possible plot holes, and it may or may not be revised sooner or later, but I’ll throw it out there anyway, to get some feedback. I already have the second part semi-complete, so we’ll see when that goes up. Without further ado, here you go!
“Dear diary,” is what I would write if this were a diary. Though it comes close, it isn’t exactly that. It’s more of an… experimental log. Allow me to elaborate.
For the longest time now, I have suffered from writer’s block. I can’t think of anything original or creative, and when I do I quickly throw it off of the table since it’s a really bad idea. My publisher has recently been putting a lot of pressure on me. A friend of mine suggested I lock myself up in my room for a week and hope I come out with a masterpiece. I thought about it, and didn’t exactly like the idea. What would one accomplish by just staring at a bunch of blank pages all day, anyway? As I’ve said, ideas don’t flow for me anymore. A few days after that chat with my friend though, I got one. Experimental writing styles have always fascinated me, and I used to play around with them every now and then. A book doesn’t have to follow any conventions, I can just make up my own! And so it was decided, I’d go find a barren, mostly empty room, have myself locked up in it for a week, and write about my experience.
And now I’m sitting here, in a room specifically selected for my little venture. Concrete walls and floors, no wallpaper on them, barely any furniture safe for my bed, desk, the toilet and a sink. On the desk stands the typewriter I’m writing this on, with an impossibly large stack of paper next to it. There are no windows, so I can’t look outside. The door is made out of metal, and is locked up pretty well. There’s a dispenser on the wall that spits out a slice of bread every hour. Some come with cheese or meat on them, if you’re lucky. We had that specially installed, since I didn’t want any human, any outside intervention. Complete isolation, just me, myself and I. I don’t expect the coming days to be easy, and I’ll probably be bored out of my mind sometimes, but thanks to that some spontaneous stuff is bound to happen. I don’t know what yet, but when I do, I will be sure to document it.
That will be all for now. I would ask you to pray for my sanity, but that is probably a bit over the top. In any case, expect another report from me soon!
Comments and critique, please!