I think therefore I am. It is an existential statement that has become a go to comment. But just by thinking do we actually exist? Is the person who is typing this really sit in a chair typing away, or is he little more than a string of words appearing across a screen?
And what about you dear readers? I am sure you feel as though you exist, but to me you are just names on a screen providing me with the exquisite entertainment that springs from your imaginations – or could you just be the workings of my fevered brain, characters escaping from the network of letters, becoming people that write at me. Characters larger than life that have become life?
Look here we have Cul – telling a tale, but I cannot look away from the screen. Why would I want to? There might be someone there looking over my shoulder. And when you consider the company he keeps is it someone I would want to see? Has he become real? Or is it just a whisper of fantasy? And what of the writer? Is he telling the tale or is he someone else’s character come off the page? And then there is Ashleyne of the scary clown – It is one thing to speak with another’s voice, but to steal that very voice is even more disturbing. But what if the manner in which you steal it leaves you open to something else? You may have their voice in your mouth, but it is their words that are uttered!
What is this? A little Kitty, what a lovely young thing it is. Does it purr or scratch I wonder? Let’s see what kind of character it is. CC – One of the most important thing in writing is doing research so you get things right. Very important that. The lesson here is if you get it wrong, what a pickle you would be in if the character could correct you off the page. I do wonder if CC hears the birds talking to him all the time - if he indeed exists and does not correct me for being wrong….. At least he managed to finish his story. Unlike Luiglin – it seems he has fallen foul of his own creation, voice and words stolen away by a character that has a mind of its own. It makes one wonder. More importantly what was the last word going to be? Eh? You can’t leave me hanging like that? Helloooo? Are you even there anymore? What is really need at this point is some kind of help. A medicine maybe, just something that might be a Remedy – Now this is my point made real. Quite obviously the character emerging from the screen is the person we believe to be Remedy, when in fact it is little more than the fevered creation of someone else. Are we all? Who is writing the story? Could it be Bowler? – Well it seems it might be. Not only is there something bad making its way through the written word, but our Raygun wielding hero might actually have stepped into the story to save the day. But does that not make him a character? It’s all crashing down on me like some Cascade – There is always room for romance, it makes a lovely break from all the fear and horror. There is something rather charming in the notion of a poem left on a pillow, as a start rather than something to overt. A proper wooing. Unlike poor old holland – who finds that not only do his characters know one another, can be jealous of one another, but can take umbrage at the situation they have been put in, jealous of their fellows. Enough so to strike out at his writing choices, no matter how clever they may have been.
For anyone who sometimes reads my comments, especially when I try something a little different, and wonders just what planet I am on.
I do to.