Warning: strpos() [function.strpos]: needle is not a string or an integer in /data/15/1/90/7/1416985/user/1521579/htdocs/blog/index.php on line 61
Serpent Blog - The Serpent Box Letters (cont.) Dreams, Visions and Self-Sabotage

Serpent Blog

The Serpent Box Letters (cont.) Dreams, Visions and Self-Sabotage 
January 14, 2002
Higher Grounds Cafť, San Francisco

I must confess that I feel very uncomfortable hearing about other writers. I do not like to see them interviewed on television, and I do not like hearing about their prizes and awards. I do not like to go to readings and I despise overhearing conversations in which writers are talking. This is because I feel so insecure about my own work, and also quite impatient. I envy that they have finished (books) and when they talk about how they are deciding to write their next book, and what to write about, I am forced to muster great self-control so as not to scream. I have no money Andrew, and no income, and try as I might to not let this creep into my daily thoughts, I find myself worrying more and more Ė and perhaps this is yet another insidious way my subconscious attempts to sabotage my work. And there are so many ways. Steinbeck used to write his confessions in letters to himself that he would then immediately burn. I wonder if this helped in any way?

I have been dreaming. My night-time visions have been vivid and filled with strange and sometimes terrible things. It is wondrous and fantastic how the mind works. It always shows us what we need to see. Last night I witnessed the suffering of wandering men. I saw them sleeping in culverts, and beneath stairwells. It was very cold outside and they were wrapped in horrible blankets and castaway rugs. And they were covered in their own vomit and in excrement, and I did nothing to help them, In fact, I ran away. I choose not to interpret this.

But I wish I would dream of the book. Why donít I dream of it I wonder? I am worried that it is not consuming me. Shouldnít it consume me? Why doesnít Charles Flint or Jacob Flint come to me in the night? I need them to come. I need them to tell me things. I never see them at any other time then when I am working. I want to be consumed and obsessed. I feel like such a sham. Who am I to write this book? I know nothing of them, I know nothing. Now this is a wonderful way to get started isnít it? These letters are supposed to warm my engine, not drain its oil. Therefore I will stop. Know this my friend, if you are suffering, I suffer with you. There is no end to this Iím afraid. And I donít think I want it to end. I only want to finish the book.


[ view entry ] ( 3537 views )   |  permalink  |   ( 3 / 962 )

<<First <Back | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | Next> Last>>