I’ve always wondered about the Writers.

I pick up one of the books from the mini-library I’ve put together on my desk. Hemingway it is for tonight. No, let me finish that Murakami first.

“I need to finish that Douglas Adams too”, I mutter to myself. I realize I have bookmarks put midway across almost half of the books in my mini-library. I’ve never been more proud.

Murakami it is. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. I take out my journal on the side, pick my favourite roller ball-pen. It’s going to be a long night.

Books

I wonder how the Writers think. Mostly, I wonder what the Writers think about.

If you’ve ever read a really engaging piece of fiction late at night, a surrealistic one, you’d feel me here. After you’re down a couple of pages, you take your eyes off the book and drift into imagining the vivid scene you just read. You can imagine how Toru Okada might have felt sitting inside that well with that warmth throbbing on the blue mark on his cheeks. Could that hotel room be real? That’s some fucked up shit, man. Phew.

I wonder how the Writers think. Mostly, I wonder what the Writers think about.

Think about how the Writers are able to express the intended emotion with the most precise words possible. Are all the Writers absolute literary geniuses? Or is it the other way round — that you can only imagine the emotion the words have conveyed? Hard to tell, if you ask me. Let me jot that phrase down in my journal. Could be useful somewhere else.

I wonder how the Writers think. Mostly, I wonder what the Writers think about.

Have you ever wondered why you feel unusually bittersweet every time you finish a great book? You miss the freedom.

Real world, as they say, is too real after all. Time is not all fluid, but discreet. Day to day. Weekend to weekend. Year to year? While reading that story, the fluidity of time comforts you, lulls you into a sweet, sweet nap. Your consciousness drifts away into multiverses of possibilities, maybe one where Kumiko would still be pining away in Toru’s love. Heck, do you really want to come back? You fall asleep.

I wonder how the Writers think. Mostly, I wonder what the Writers think about.

Do you ever want to wake up?