My mind is going wonky. I have to admit it, this whole Covid19 business is having an effect on me as an author. I have begun a few projects, left a few others on back burners, spent hours avoiding focused writing, and wasted too much time reading and responding to Covid19-related articles, posts, and tweets on social media. And for all of that, I have learned that the human race has an issue with common sense and ethical-moral behaviour.
This morning, I checked in with this Naturist Fiction blog site to check to see what time this post was going to show up. I somehow had convinced myself that I had written up this post two weeks earlier so that I wouldn’t find myself scrambling at the last minute trying to write something worthwhile for our readers. You can imagine my surprise when I got here to find that there was no post ready to publish. Oh my god [or goddess]! Once again I found myself wondering what I was going to write. I scrambled around in my head searching for topics only to find I had used them in my personal blog site. ‘Oh good lord!’ I worried. ‘Will and Paul with revoke my license as a Naturist Fiction writer and toss me to the curb!’ Yes, anxiety does strange things to one’s head.
A second cup of coffee seemed to ease the anxiety a bit and I began to think rationally, well perhaps just a bit more rationally though not quite on an even keel. I have been here before in the past when there was no Covid19 to blame. The truth is, temporary insanity is perhaps a vital component to writing anything worth reading. By “Temporary Insanity” I mean a writer has to have a thin membrane that separated normal outer world reality from the chaotic and populous world in the inner unconscious contents. One’s person unconscious, as well as the collective unconscious contain the muse that writers rely on for “inspired” works.
One can write using templates which is how many books are written, books with a script and structure that is replicated time after time. There is a place for such books as they provide a comfortable and predictable reading experience for many. However, for the naturist-fiction genre, going deeper into the human psyche, human relationships, and the natural world is vital. At least, that is what I tell myself. I don’t doubt myself as a writer. I do doubt myself as a writer who produces stories that please many readers.
The sales of books tell a story that is uncomfortable for the ego. Naturist stories don’t sell all that well. Those stories that end up to be more “literary” sell even less. Naturist fiction and non-fiction books don’t have a large share of the naturist reader market. Strangely, this doesn’t matter. Writers such as Will and Paul don’t write to make a living. They write because they have no choice. The Muse demands their attention. And because they listen, they produce books that matter, books that will stand the test of time.