||[Aug. 11th, 2009|07:24 pm]
I'm thinking of writing a book. My brother is writing one, and this makes me want to spring into action, because historically, Haykinsons don't complete extracurricular projects. Oh wait, except for my brother. Still. It's going to be an autobiographical fiction, but that's all I can say, because the more you talk about something that you haven't created yet, the more pressure there is to create it exactly so, when the truth is, tomorrow it might be a dark comedy.
I'm thinking of writing a book because all else in my life is so uncertain, so I might as well throw some more uncertainty into the mix, except that it will be of my own doing, and completely under my control. Control feels good in times like these when one does not have a job or the slightest prospect of one. There is also much self-created stress in my life, because I'm afraid to let go of some deep unhappiness, which is always my Way. To be less harsh, it's most people's Way.
I've been doing more reading than usual, which is a joy of unemployment, and it's been great. If you have the means, I highly recommend it. Please read Hard Boiled Wonderland And the End of the World and Everything Is Illuminated.