About My Non-fiction Discovery Route
A way to be thankful for the Inspirers out there
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In answer to inspiring answer.
Thank you for this inspiring answer, Donn.
It seems you are a mates-inspirer, apart from truth-seeker and paradigm-shifter! No wonder with your background, mister. Honored.
My way of writing non-fiction sticks to the open form. Rarely, I plot a bit, as we were taught at school before a freeform writing task: “Put down some points, you fool! Or you’ll get lost.”
I was terrible at that. Freeform always reigned in my mind. I reached the point to jot down some points at the end, faking, to give some substance to my final output. It always had its inner logic, and no teacher was complaining at the end. I was born a novelist, I guess.
Unfortunately, they had a lot to say about my skills and property.
In an old article, I flashed out the thesis that my father pushed me to become a writer by continuously saying he couldn’t understand my tales.
I loved your piece “Clichés That Kill”, Donn.
You made me laugh, think and learn. I highly appreciate that kind of composition. Free but with a focus. Speech styled but sharp as only a written intervention can be, and at the same time not so rigid, mocking the rules to give room to sparks of humor and our (your) inner wits.
I tried something like that, but without the profound background you have and the focus (intention) you put in that piece. Here, for example:
Or this:
This one is more structured, but the structure is what I was doing at school: the titles were put there later. It’s like a game: find logical chunks, give them creative but meaningful titles. I love it! But it was written in a freeform style, originally.
You defined what you read by me precisely, but there’s more about my strange non-fiction discovery route. I will update my profile because you inspired me about what I’m doing here: apart from being a meaning-hunter, I am a fusion-explorer because my background is fiction, mastery of that, actually, and so it can only influence whatever output I produce.
So there are older pieces, broken-English-prone, but that I love for their fusion soul (that said, they are all too focused on me … That’s one of the freeform issues if you don’t stop and think before starting: you don’t think to talk for the readers, but talk to yourself):
This foolish, playful idea (the detail I’m mostly proud of is the image!):
An Alien Message to You — The New Real Feels Like the Good Old Real
The only way is to live
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This one on how writing preserved my sanity (“beating” depression):
I do care a lot about this little project, “The Summoner’s Sum”, which is in “paused” status because I have no time, and it deserves focus and a revision. I want to put it out as my first non-fiction book in English someday. It’s like “a lifetime of learned lessons through writing” message. That’s how bold I am during the rare, short moments of high self-esteem.
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Last but not least, to use a cliché, my favorite ones — if it makes sense to prefer some of your children:
And one more thing that leads to my conclusion:
They are too many, and I cannot steal your time.
Consider them suggestions. I love the image of you reading my crap out on the porch with your two huskies at your feet, attentive and faithful — my first dog was a Siberian Husky: wild and sweet, fool and doomed.
Again, and sincerely honored — that’s why I want more attention!
Your writing and your feedback on my writing are the precious things that Medium delivers. There are tons of useless articles, but the gems are usually found under mountains of simple rock, right?
