Good stories find themselves into your everyday life, they inform your relationships, they stay with you.
They shock you. There’s this book Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs that I read a year and a half ago. I’m rereading it because it stuck with me. The images, the scenarios, the people, the tone. It reads like a disjointed series of nightmares, drug delusions. It’s disgusting/violent/obscene you name it! But the sentences in there…this book changed what I thought writing could be.
I wanted to make my latest project similar, with crazy images, monsters that pop out of nowhere, a delusional protagonist. But I was keeping a consistent narrative. I was following the main character, and crazy shit happened, but I still stuck with the character. I’ve decided to go full-on “Naked Lunch” with it and ditch any consistent narrative. I’m cranking out these short, paranoid, chaotic, nightmarish visions, situations, people.