I almost didn't read this one past the first paragraph but I'm so glad I did. I found Rather Simple and Acute as bazaar as it was deeply moving. A great read!
Thanks for trusting me enough to read on! I'm not the kind to employ something crass or shocking if it serves no purpose. In fact, I find shock factor to be rather lazy. In this case, I believed the clock (which I made more and more ridiculous as the story progressed) served a purpose: the innocence of a joke, the character of the father being a jokester, the contrast between innocent times and times of tragedy, and how untoward a joke can seem in a different context. In my first draft, the clock was not even there. The story was squarely around the disease itself and life flicking by, but I wanted to find a way to explore how different people respond in that scenario, hence the jokester, hence the joke of the clock, which then took on a life of its own. Thanks for reading :)
Often when I consider giving up writing I think of that book. I think of how funny it was, how uniquely him it was, how it was touching and silly. It's not just entertaining. There is something more. There's a craft element to it, a mastery. There's insight and critique and there are the jokes. Maybe if something isn't touching, in some way, on how confusing it is it be here and what to do about that confusion, then I find it dull. I don't know. I just don't know.
Beautifully written . At the start I felt the clock to be so bazar but by the end so necessary . Well done .
I almost didn't read this one past the first paragraph but I'm so glad I did. I found Rather Simple and Acute as bazaar as it was deeply moving. A great read!
Thanks for trusting me enough to read on! I'm not the kind to employ something crass or shocking if it serves no purpose. In fact, I find shock factor to be rather lazy. In this case, I believed the clock (which I made more and more ridiculous as the story progressed) served a purpose: the innocence of a joke, the character of the father being a jokester, the contrast between innocent times and times of tragedy, and how untoward a joke can seem in a different context. In my first draft, the clock was not even there. The story was squarely around the disease itself and life flicking by, but I wanted to find a way to explore how different people respond in that scenario, hence the jokester, hence the joke of the clock, which then took on a life of its own. Thanks for reading :)
"The only thing an old man can teach a young man is that is goes fast, real fast."
Been thinking a lot lately about the speed of my life and what I want to do whilst I can. A timely story about what's been on my mind. <3
Often when I consider giving up writing I think of that book. I think of how funny it was, how uniquely him it was, how it was touching and silly. It's not just entertaining. There is something more. There's a craft element to it, a mastery. There's insight and critique and there are the jokes. Maybe if something isn't touching, in some way, on how confusing it is it be here and what to do about that confusion, then I find it dull. I don't know. I just don't know.