u/Wiley-Lynch

i love how the narrators in his books will go into detail about the characters work, about the history of certain practices, and generally interesting facts. on top of sharing their personal philosophy of life.

most writers have pretty straightforward stories to tell. and their struggles are usually technical. a matter of switching tyres or replacing spark plugs!

but what if your vehicle grows tentacles where a steering wheel shot be? and sneezing in this ride makes one tyre float like a condom filled with helium ?

in short, how do you reign in an overly wild imagination? or at the very least manage to get reins around the dastardly beast to control it!

I have read Kafka, Lewis Carrol, classical Russian writers of weird fic, and more modern bizarro books. it is all so restrained! mature, without being garbled.

Am i focusing on the wrong thing? (i.e., trying to control it?)

most writers have pretty straightforward stories to tell. and their struggles are usually technical. a matter of switching tyres or replacing spark plugs!

but what if your vehicle grows tentacles where a steering wheel shot be? and sneezing in this ride makes one tyre float like a condom filled with helium ?

in short, how do you reign in an overly wild imagination? or at the very least manage to get reins around the dastardly beast to control it!

I have read Kafka, Lewis Carrol, classical Russian writers of weird fic, and more modern bizarro books. it is all so restrained! mature, without being garbled.

Am i focusing on the wrong thing? (i.e., trying to control it?)

When I have a stimulant, my non-fiction writing (and how i think-philosophically about things) gets supercharged.

Were I smarter, I imagine I would be a video essayist and maybe an amateur philosopher. I think more critically, have a bunch of theories about human behavior and ideas for sociological thought-experiments.

my stimulant-free self is bereft of such thoughts and more intrigued with the technical aspects of fiction writing.

There is such a stark contrast between who I am with and without stimulants that I feel like Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde, and can never seem to "get ahold of the reins" of MY-SELF to carve out a decent path for any artistic (or academic) career--be it professional or amateur.

Have any of you found a way to get a handle of the discrepancies of self presented by the massive modifications medicine introduces into your psyche?

This all feels like a preamble to insanity, really. Two horses never running in the same direction, constantly toppling the carriage of whatever 'the self' is, if there even IS a self with such stark contrasts brought about by this disorder.