Category Archives: Thoughts

Inner introversions and obtuse observations

Elliot Rodger: Loneliness In American Cinema Embodied

As anyone who follows this blog would tell you, I have a keen interest in the loneliness of the American male. Being that loneliness is the primary theme of my novel, I’ve studied its presence in movies such as Taxi Driver (1972), Falling Down (1993), One Hour Photo (2002), The Assassination of Richard Nixon (2004), and in the novel The Catcher In The Rye. It’s startling to see the similarities between Elliot Rodger’s descent into violence and American cinema’s narrative of the American man’s loneliness. [ Cont'd ]

The Dangers Of The Semi-Autobiographical Novel

There are quite a number of relatively successful novels that I find to be nothing more than thinly-veiled autobiographies. Surely there are others out there who share my sentiment when they come across some book that smells like nothing more than the re-imagination of the author’s life. [ Cont'd ]

A Writer Or Father: A Fork In My Road

When I entered the classroom to begin another semester of workshopping my fiction, I felt a gentle warmth in my body. I smiled, which I rarely do. I said hi to a classmate from the prior semester, which I don’t ever do. What I was feeling was love. I felt like I was at home. I felt like that was the room in which I would do my life’s work. I was in the company of like-minded individuals with whom I shared a particular talent and passion. And, as anyone who knows of my novel would know, this was one rare moment in my life that I did not feel lonely. I was content, happy. [ Cont'd ]

The Prison of Imagination

After all these years dedicated to developing mg writing skills, I find that I most often draw inspiration from the real world–and heavily so. Without the real world to stimulate my mind, I find it difficult to write about much of anything. Therefore it can be said that I am not truly creating anything. Rather, I am simply remixing things I see in real life and elevating mundane life into art. 

Though it is certainly a pursuit worthy of merit, I cannot help but feel that I am not achieving my full potential. I feel limited by my lack of imagination. There was an entire segment of my novel that was completely fictionalized, a wholly creative world. But it fell flat and I felt as though it were not dramatically heightened enough. I ditched it in pursuit of writing a new segment that was inspired by an event that happened in my real life. I felt more creative connection with the new segment because it seemed to fit my novel better in regards to the themes and tone. But I worry that I will be imprisoned by my lack of imagination.

A Thought On Academic And Intellectual Progress

Last year, when I was studying a text on cultural anthropology, I found myself thinking that it is a poorly written textbook. I found myself trying to mentally rewrite the textbook such that it makes more sense to me. And then a thought occurred to me: academic progress has been stalled by bad writing. [ Cont'd ]