1: The Incorrigible Writer
Gavin: I’m told I need a hook at the beginning of my delivery to get the reader in. But, I don’t like fish nibbling my toes much. And readers that are hooked want to blame the whole journey on the fisherman.
I much prefer to think of a reader as an intuitive curious being who feels their way here of their own accord via Gnosis. They are predestined to find us. Or not.
Those readers understand and feel the literary journey as a relationship between the imagination of the writer and their own neuronal receptivity mesh.
They bring their own net. Why TF do we need a hook?
Gloria: Incorrigible. Impossible. If I were an agent I would read no further. “Sorry, we encourage you to continue your writing for your own therapeutic benefit but currently we have no interest in helping you find a publisher of all this random post-modern deconstructive stuff.”
Gavin: I am repented. Here is the Friggin’ hook:
She felt his mind enter her own. She came to orgasm spontaneously. A vampire flew by the window. A bomb went off and a nation was at war. Jake volunteered to sacrifice himself for the good of the nation. His offer was refused. So he went on a journey to find the ring that controls all rings. Along the way gay aliens abducted him and he became their sex slave.
I am the leader of those Gay Aliens and this is my story. Let’s go.
Gloria: OK, OK, do it your own way. Slow and steady. You know I like a man with a slow hand.
Gavin: Good. Sit back and feel like you have smoked some entheogenic weed. That’s what the Ancients do. And perhaps also the Crazy Masters. It’s all in the mind you know. And some of it is in this story. The delivery is about to begin. Maybe the hook will be in the middle. Or coming up soon.
Or actually the hook is already in each of our minds. It is like a find Wally story. And there is nowhere else for Wally to be than in our own mind. Inhale deep now.
Gloria: I’ll go to my room. I don’t do that pyschodeli-hippy stuff. You know that.
2: Previous Deliveries
This delivery might be read as standing alone, but a deeper understanding of where we have come from, and a sense of where we might be heading, will be formed by reading the 2023 February and March Deliveries (in that order).
For even more illumination of the mind trip of the author, it is good to read the entire 2022 Deliveries, starting here.
Note also we first met Gavin and Gloria in the Postscript/Bridge of the 2022 series that was published in January 2023 (just to confuse things) and so the Deliveries are in fact interconnected.
You are invited to read all that soon, or by 2025 you may be hopelessly lost. Or maybe better to be ahead of the mob and be here, lost already, now.
3: The Writing Begins
Gloria sits in her own retreat with her own genealogy research for the rest of the day. Sometimes she checks the cloud for his live writing. But nothing.
Late in the afternoon she enters his writing parlour. He is engrossed in playing Freecell on his non-writing mac. He calls that machine ‘Sacred Hesitation’.
He calls his writing Mac ‘Flowstate’. Freecell is not installed on Flowstate, but Facebook is always open in its own browser – Brave – on both machines.
She comes from behind and taps him on the shoulder.
Gloria: It’s been over a week since you wrote anything about Celia. Next delivery due very soon I recall. Is the multi-faceted collage coming along in the depths of your mind?
Gavin: What happens in the depths of my mind is none of my business. It does quite OK without me supervising it.
Gloria: Will you make the delivery on time?
Gavin: Usually I do.
Gloria: I reckon the writing will begin, now that I’ve said my bit.
Gavin: You could be right. I know when I last looked at it, Celia was about to meet Ken. I need to write that today. If they don’t meet, a whole lot will never happen right, as the story goes on. I mean William is a good friend but Celia needs a lover. And Ken is going to be that.
Gloria: Sounds like you know where it is heading. I’ll go to my office. I think I have found a compatriot of Iona.
Gavin does not reply. His fingers are on the keyboard of Flowstate.
Gloria smiles. She knows her husband well. She knows exactly when to prompt his deeper mind to deliver, and how to do so without getting him all stubborn. As she leaves the writing zone she sings a cowboy cattle herding tune, “Whoopee Ti Yi Yo, Git Along Little Dogies”.
Gavin: CowGal, good luck with rounding me up.
4: Easing the Reader In
“When did you start to be desired”, he suddenly asked her. “At what age?”
Celia thought about this for awhile.
“I think I did not really notice anyone seeing me as desirable until I met you just now. You told me I am desirable. I believed you.”
Gloria comes back out of her room. She has been reading the new text as Gavin delivers it into the cloud.
“Gavin! You cannot have your male secondary character ask the female main character that question. Or even ask any character. Hook or no hook.
I suppose a male character should not ask another male character that either. Perhaps when their relationship is well established, married forever like us. Then it is just a bit unusual, for many, perhaps, but not icky. They are on their first date for Goddess sake! What got into you? You are coming across as a retro male chauvinist. And don’t tell me she likes it. That just makes it worse.”
Gavin thinks about all this and Gloria waits patiently.
Then.
Well it does relate back to the context of where they first met. In the library. We’ll get to that bit soon. We weave backwards and forwards in time you know. Anyhow they first met while browsing books.
They chat a bit about Tibetan Buddhism. So they are immediately off to, perhaps a rather unusual start. And that start is not just chance. It is carefully constructed as a very minimalist suggestion that this is not the beginning of some sort of populace romance.
She feels attracted to him even before he seems to notice her. She hides her attraction. She is still very wrapped up inside herself at this point in time. He turns and his own attraction to her is not hidden, and then he voices it in an introductory sort of way. He suggests he desires to get to know her more. I suppose all that does not make it better, huh?
Gloria: Not yet. Keep going.
And we need to keep in mind that Celia is very very lonely. And the connections she has with other people her age do not lessen that loneliness. And there is the scene where a boy comes on to her in a very unclear way. When she was only 16. And recall, perhaps it is not obvious yet to anyone but me, the writer creator of Celia, that Celia is very very challenged by her own Neurodivergence.
She wants clarity. She wants clear signals. She wants direct and unfiltered communication. She wants to give the same, and she wants all that very badly. She is lonely for unfettered soul fusion. Later she enters into that with this man. He becomes her first real human deep lover. Her introduction to Tantric Love. We will get to that later. She gives herself to him as totally as a woman has ever given herself to a man. In the history of love. Why? Because he exposes himself absolutely psychically naked to her, right from the start. Physical nakedness has nothing on psychic nakedness. And that psychic nakedness is what she has wanted from people all her life. But she does not quite know that is her wanting.
She wants tough questions that match her own willingness and ability to examine her own psyche. And mostly instead, she gets surface level stuff.
But of course the reader knows not all of this. Yet.
Gloria: That explains it a bit. Yes. But how about toning it down so the reader is not up in arms before they even begin to get a chance to evaluate and feel into some of that goodness. Ease them in?
Gavin thinks about this some more. I think I need to have them talk a little bit more about Tibetan Buddhism beforehand. I mean it is probably a mystery why the particular book he was looking at is relevant. I think perhaps he at least needs to mention the Tibetan Crazy Wisdom Masters and their absolute unfettered directness. Would that help, do you think?
Gloria. Maybe. I think even more readers will leave if you mention that.
Gavin considers this. Perhaps they will find solace wherever they go.
Gloria laughs. I think I’ve done a good job putting my thoughts out as if I am a reasonable reader. Devil’s Advocate as we say. I trust you dear one. I think you don’t need to change a thing. Unless your muse wants you to. I see you through your own eyes, and thus see your writing through your own eyes, and we both know that it is a very rare reader who can take that vantage point.
And yes. She likes it. She makes her choices just as we all do.
I need to go back to my room. I’m about to make a breakthrough with Iona. I can feel it. Get back to your writing old man. I won’t interrupt you again. And don’t change that line. “At what age did you begin to feel desirable?” What a pick up line. I’d almost respond to that.
Gavin asks her: “What line did I pick you up with? I forget”
Gloria replies: “Hmm, I forget too. Perhaps it will come to one of us later. Ha. Or maybe it was I who used a pickup line.”
Gavin: You are beginning to recall.
Gloria: Hmmm.
Gavin stands and embraces his wife. It is so so precious to have one person who sees me through my own eyes and thus trusts me 100%. So very very precious.
Gloria: Same.
Gavin: I’ll add some more stuff about the desire thing. Maybe the abruptness needs some tuning. Not much. Just a bit. That might encourage the reader into their own net.
5: First Coffee Date, After First Encounter in Library
“When did you start to be desired”, he suddenly asked her. “At what age?”
She thought about this for awhile.
From about 15 or 16 there were sometimes men or boys who looked at my body and felt urges. But they did not really desire me. Not the me I know from inside. They desired an experience of flesh. Or so it seemed to me.
I think I did not really notice anyone seeing the real me as desirable until I met you just now. You told me I am desirable. It felt like you were seeing me, not just my body. I believed you. I hope I am safe to believe you.
He smiled. “I am very believable.”
She took this in. “Seems so. But I have believed many people about all sorts of things before, and they turned out to be pretenders.”
He had a look on his face of full attention, but did not reply. She felt caught up in her own need to expose her real self to somebody, and this man seemed to be able to handle that.
Looking back it was maybe happening for a long time. That men wanted to know me as I am. I know men would look at me, but I assumed they were just desperate. Maybe, just maybe, some of them were wanting to know me. Not just fuck me. I was just always thinking there is nothing desirable in the inside soul place of me.
“Why did you think like that?”
Again she took her time answering. I don’t know. I seem to have been born with that thought in my head. More than a thought. An entire goddamn emotiocognitive perspective.
He smiled. “You have a way with words.”
I had a bad experience with a man, a boy, when I was young. I want you to know that. I am cautious.
He replied. “Well then I am very fortunate you took up my invitation for us to get to know each other.”
She smiled. Yes. Usually I run a mile. Or else get all weepy. Or lash out. Be warned.
He laughed. I think I can handle any of that. Tell me about the bad experience?
Well. He was young. I don’t think he really saw the real me as desirable. I don’t think he saw the real me at all. At most he saw my bodily curves. And thus had a primitive biological survival of the species urge. It was like robot hands responding to robot mind triggered by the primitive urge to roam. Or to control. Anyhow that’s how I felt it. Same with how he had beforehand conversed with me. Just keeping me on his hook. And I don’t like being on a hook.
You feel a lot I notice.
She loved the way this new man was not hesitant in scanning her for her inner workings. He also had not – at least so far – gone anywhere near trying to correct her, or help her. He just said small things that opened her up.
He seemed a bit like a surfer checking out the waves. She began to imagine this guy was a keeper.
But perhaps they better have at least a second date, before she decides.
After coffee indeed he took the initiative.
“I think good we meet again, how about Saturday 7pm for Thai food? My shout.”
She was inclined to prevaricate, but out of her mouth spontaneously came, I will like to with you. I don’t know Thai food much. Hot and spicy, huh?
He smiled. “I can be if you like it that way.”
She blushed. What have I said? I think mild to begin with. She blushed again. What will he think of me?
Saturday took a long time to come around. Mostly she stared out the front window of her little flat. She was fortunate to have a view of a park across the street. A family of ducks waddled around a small pond. Children played. Old people nattered. A young dude cruised by on roller skates. She wished she was part of it all. And yet, deeper down, she was pleased she was not.
She thought often of their first coffee date, and of the moment, on the same day, when she had met him.
In particular she remembered he was reading a book. And then, after he initiated conversation, his eyes, looking directly into her own, as he seemed to peer deep into her masked soul. In a very very relaxed way.
6: On Tibetan Literature
Gavin pauses. The fingers are tired. And he has something to consider as he proceeds with the telling. The book. Ken is reading a book. What book?
There is a trajectory to consider. Celia is moving into a journey of significant change. The relationship with Ken, that she is about to establish, is an initiating driver for that journey. The book is a symbol of their meeting. It sets the tone of their meeting, and thus of their relationship, and thus of her journey.
Gavin already knows the book will be one drawn from historical Tibetan Cultural and Spiritual literature. This much his muse has informed him of. And Gavin trusts the muse as much as he trusts his own mind. But the muse has pursed her lips. She is not telling which book, she just gives 3 possibilities.
So Gavin turns to Chat GPT.
Gavin: Good morning. Today I am interested in some further aspects of historical Tibetan spiritual cultural literature. We began this conversation 3 weeks ago. I have a few more questions for you. Ready to go?
ChatGPT / Anai: Good morning! Yes, I’m ready to help you with more questions on historical Tibetan spiritual and cultural literature. Please go ahead and ask your questions.
Gavin: Firstly, please give a very brief summary of what we discovered about the literary work of Lobsang Rampa.
ChatGPT / Anai: We discussed the controversial author Lobsang Rampa and his book “The Third Eye,” which he claimed was an autobiographical account of his life as a Tibetan monk. Although Rampa’s books have gained a following among some readers interested in esoteric and spiritual topics, they are often criticized for their lack of authenticity.
Gavin: Secondly, please give a brief summary of what we discovered about the Tibetan Book of the Dead.
ChatGPT / Anai: We discussed the famous Tibetan Buddhist text, The Tibetan Book of the Dead, which is a guide to the process of death and rebirth. The book includes instructions for various meditation and visualization practices that are intended to help the reader navigate the Bardos and achieve liberation from the cycle of rebirth.
Gavin: Now, please give a brief summary of what we discovered about the Crazy Wisdom Masters.
ChatGPT / Anai: We discussed the Crazy Wisdom Masters, a group of unconventional Tibetan Buddhist teachers who were known for their unorthodox behavior and teachings. These teachers were highly respected by their followers for their profound and transformative teachings, which often involved shocking or surprising their students out of their fixed ways of thinking and perceiving. We discussed one particularly seminal work about the Crazy Wisdom Masters. It is a book titled “Crazy Wisdom” written by Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche.
Gavin: In a work of fiction, a young woman is in a public library and is attracted to a slightly older man reading a book. The book is either The Third Eye, or is The Tibetan Book of the Dead, or is a book about the Crazy Wisdom Masters. Later in the story the young woman discovers her own unique and resilient nature. The book the man is reading has significance in the woman’s ongoing life journey. Which of the 3 books would be most potent in informing, or even pre-encapsulating, her journey?
ChatGPT / Anai: As an AI language model, I don’t have the context of the entire story, so I cannot say for certain which book would be most potent in informing the woman’s journey. However, I can provide some insights based on the themes and teachings of each book.
– The Third Eye, by Lobsang Rampa: This book is focused on the spiritual journey of a Tibetan monk and includes various esoteric practices such as opening the third eye. If the woman is interested in exploring spirituality and inner transformation, this book might be the most potent in informing her journey.
– The Tibetan Book of the Dead, a compilation of ancient Tibetan Buddhist texts: This book is a guide to the process of death and rebirth and includes teachings on meditation and visualization practices. If the woman is interested in exploring the nature of life and death and is seeking to deepen her meditation practice, this book might be the most potent in informing her journey.
– The Crazy Wisdom Masters, by Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche: This book is focused on the teachings of unconventional Tibetan Buddhist teachers who were known for their unorthodox behavior and teachings. If the woman is seeking to challenge her fixed ways of thinking and perceiving and is open to exploring new and unconventional ideas, this book might be the most potent in informing her journey.
Ultimately, the choice of which book would be most potent in informing the woman’s journey would depend on her unique interests and needs.
Gavin: Thank you. I now think the man needs to be reading ‘The Third Eye’. Spirituality. Yes. She will be receptive to the notion of spirituality for she is lonely. So she will be open to begin her journey with this man. And along the way perhaps he will introduce her to the other two books, in the order you have listed them, as her understanding of what is going on here, deepens.
So now please expand your summary of the work of Lobsang Rampa, and his book for lonely beginners, The Third Eye.
ChatGPT / Anai: Lobsang Rampa was a controversial author who claimed to be a Tibetan lama and wrote a series of books on spiritual and esoteric topics. His most famous book is “The Third Eye,” which he claimed was an autobiographical account of his life as a Tibetan monk who had been initiated into various esoteric practices.
The book describes Rampa’s supposed journey from Tibet to the West, where he had been sent as part of a secret mission to spread Tibetan spiritual teachings. Along the way, he had supposedly undergone various initiations and mystical experiences, including the opening of his third eye, which he claimed gave him psychic powers.
Rampa’s books are often criticized for their lack of authenticity and for the fact that many of the claims he made about Tibetan culture and spirituality were not based in reality. Despite this, his books have gained a following among some readers who are interested in esoteric and spiritual topics.
Gavin: Thank you. Much of that just won’t come into my story overtly. But I now feel to continue writing.
7: Initial Encounter in Library, Before First Coffee Date
She was in the city library. Browsing through the Eastern Religion shelves. He was standing in the aisle, intently reading one of the books. She could see the cover and title. “The Third Eye, The Autobiography of a Tibetan Lama, by Lobsang Rampa”. It seemed to be something of an old book, from the cover art. Something perhaps from her grandparents’ generation. A vague memory spontaneously resurfaced of her uncle reading such books when she was only a child.
She was intrigued. Nobody else was in the section. She pretended to be scanning the shelves for something of interest. But she watched him from the corner of her eye. He was intent, focused on the pages. Or so she assumed.
Suddenly without turning his head from the book, he addressed someone, maybe her, “Do you know much about Tibetan Spiritual Culture?”
She wondered if perhaps he was talking on his phone. She hesitated. He turned his head towards her and smiled. “If you do not, it is well worth investigating.”
She saw him look her up and down. Not slyly. Overtly. Without embarrassment. Without recoil. She felt inclined to run away. But something inside her told her to wait. She froze. She managed to whisper. I know nothing about all that.
His eyes came to her eyes and remained there. She felt more comfortable. His eyes were not sleazy. Not desperate. Not opaque. Not the eyes of a hunter. More like the eyes of a curious artist.
The mind she intuited through those eyes was at ease, relaxed.
She felt something in him that she knew from a long way back. She waited on him to continue.
“It does not matter. Knowing or not knowing. It is interesting, that’s all.”
She nodded her head shyly.
He said, “Yes, we are interesting creatures, that ability to be interested is part of our deepest nature. We became human because we began to create self-reflection in our animal minds as something inside us triggered our interest in that inner world. Before that we were entirely outward facing. Once we began introspection we began to see ourselves as creators, not just animalistic forms.” He paused.
He went on, “As I look at you I can detect the journey you are beginning and I feel to mention the Tibetan Crazy Wisdom Masters and their absolute unfettered directness. I don’t know why I feel to mention that to you, it just arises out of my intuitive well. If we never see each other again I want you to follow that up. Investigate. But we will. We will see each other again. It is preordained. I know.”
Preordained?
“Yes”.
He continued looking into her eyes for a moment, without explaining further, and then turned back to the book.
She began to feel even more intrigued by this man. His conversation was not a repeat of so many conversations before. More like a moment of abstract thought art appearing on her own inner screen. She shivered. Indeed she had experienced this before.
She went back to scanning the shelves, not knowing what else to do.
Soundlessly, suddenly he was next to her, at a respectful arm’s length distance.
“The coffee shop is still open. Care to join me? I desire to know you more.”
She could not stop herself from returning, Desire? that’s a strong word.
“Desire is what brings us together, it is preordained.”
Her curiosity got the better of her. You are suggesting I am desirable to you?
“Yes.”
I don’t know what to do with that. Are you sincere?
“Yes.”
She could feel the integrity of his response. He was telling the truth, in a very untwisted way. Something she had been missing in people for a long long time. She decided to take a risk.
I will come to coffee with you, but that’s all.
He smiled. “I understand. There is no hurry.”
She thought, this man is just like the me who is bundled up in a ball inside. But he is open wide in it.
They walked silently down the steps to the foyer and entered the “Book Reader’s Retreat”. He ordered two cappuccinos, and two cakes, without asking her what she wanted, and they remained silent until the waitress had brought the coffees and cakes to their table.
And then. Without preface: “When did you start to be desired? At what age?”
8: Integrity of the Characters in the Events
Gloria has arrived soundlessly and is sitting on the 3 legged wooden stool at the end of her husband’s writing desk.
Gloria: So this Ken guy. He is either an advanced spiritual adept with Third eye open or he is one smooth player. Which?
Gavin: Ha! Much too early to tell. Why do you need to know?
Gloria: I want to protect my character sister from operators, players and perves.
Gavin: Good luck with that. Only my muse knows.
Gloria: And also what is my character sister up to anyhow. Last delivery she was emotionally hunkering up with William. Working herself out by his side. And suddenly there’s this library troll and she’s almost shacking up with him on the first day they meet. What goes?
Gavin: She had to go where she goes. William is the quintessential platonic friend. A pastor even. His hands don’t wander. And Gloria loves him like a sister loves an older brother for all that. Despite their different perspectives in very important things. But… sister needs more than a brother. She knows that deep down.
Gloria considers this, and Gavin goes on.
Same with The Tibetan Crazy Master … hard to know if he was a player or a guide. Also, see the mirroring in all this? The Muse is a master of mirroring. I bow to her each morning for that. The mirroring is of the character Ken, and the recent contemporary writer of the Crazy Wisdom Masters, who gained a reputation of playing his female followers.
Here, I asked my chat friend about his reputation a few days ago.
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Gavin: What are the 2 sides of the reputation of Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche?
ChatGPT / Anai: Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche was a controversial figure in the Buddhist community, and his reputation is polarizing.
On one side, he is widely respected for his contribution to bringing Tibetan Buddhism to the West and for founding numerous Buddhist organizations in the United States, Canada, and Europe. He was also known for his teachings on meditation and his ability to convey complex Buddhist concepts in a way that was accessible to Westerners. Many of his students credit him with changing their lives for the better and helping them to find meaning and purpose.
On the other side, Trungpa Rinpoche’s behavior was often criticized as unorthodox, even by some of his own students. He was known for his heavy drinking and drug use, and for engaging in sexual relationships with some of his students. His teachings and behavior were sometimes seen as contradictory, as he encouraged his students to live in the world and engage with its pleasures while also promoting the traditional Buddhist values of celibacy and renunciation. His critics argue that his behavior was not in line with Buddhist principles and that it undermined the credibility of his teachings.
Gavin: So he was a guide, or a player?
ChatGPT / Anai: Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche was a Buddhist teacher and spiritual guide who founded numerous Buddhist organizations in the West and taught extensively on meditation and Buddhist philosophy. However, his behavior was often controversial and at times conflicted with traditional Buddhist values, such as his heavy drinking, drug use, and sexual relationships with some of his students.
Some of his students viewed him as a spiritual guide, while others saw him more as a controversial figure who blurred the lines between teacher and participant. Ultimately, how one views Trungpa Rinpoche’s legacy depends on one’s perspective and personal experiences with him and his teachings.
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Gavin continues musing with himself and with Gloria. Gloria is content to only listen. She knows that Gavin is preparing his own creative neuronal mesh for story development to come. She knows that his fertile mind will deliver the relevance of the polarising Rinpoche into the Deliveries just on time. Might be today, might be next year.
Gavin: So it is possible Ken is both? Two sides of him? Or one integrated being, that is either a sleaze or a crazy master depending on what view we choose. And we may not even choose to solidify that view we create. We might just attend to our own mind as our viewport morphs from one to the other.
And I suppose there is a part of me that is a lot like Ken. And also a lot like the famous author expert on Crazy Mastery. Except I’m not famous.
Gloria: He called himself Rinpoche. Or his followers did. What does that title mean?
Gavin: Glad you asked. Chatman told me recently, it is in my notes. Here:
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Gavin: What is the meaning of Rinpoche?
ChatGPT / Anai: The word “Rinpoche” is a title used in Tibetan Buddhism to refer to a highly respected and accomplished spiritual teacher. It is a combination of two Tibetan words: “rin,” which means “precious,” and “poche,” which means “one who has.”
Therefore, the term Rinpoche can be translated as “precious one” or “one who has precious qualities.” It is a title that is typically given to those who have attained a high level of spiritual realization and have become recognized as accomplished teachers within the Buddhist community. Rinpoche is a term of respect and honor, and is often used as a suffix to the names of such revered teachers.
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Gloria: So Ken is like an accomplished spiritual teacher, using his precious qualities to pick up women in Libraries? And you are just like Ken? And this is all mirroring. Are you seeing yourself as a Wayward Rinpoche?
Gavin: I see myself as a Old man with nothing better to do than write as only I can. I see that Ken has only just been introduced. We will need to wait and see how he unwraps himself. I need at least some goodness in him because he is destined to be a catalyst for Celia’s acceptance of her Neurodivergence, and her finding the way to live from that. And so let’s for now say, Ken is already a master of his own particular Neurodivergence. And the Crazy Wisdom of the Rinpoche is a part of his own makeup.
Gloria laughs, and claps her hands. Well, give me credit for stimulating all that into the story.
9: Hitchhiker’s Guide to Writing from the Self-Reflective Psyche
Gavin: Now I have more writing to do. I need to continue developing the interwoven themes. The mirroring. The story of us, and the story of Celia and Ken.
It’s almost a Hitchhiker’s Guide to Writing from the Self-Reflective Psyche.
The delivery is due online, in a few days. Ken and Celia are about to have dinner, as the Delivery draws towards a close, and I have to create interest via the ending so that the Reader will come back for the next Delivery.
Or do I? If I don’t need an opening hook, what makes me think I need a closing hook?
Hey. Let the Reader write the next bit!
Gloria slaps him playfully. “Not the way it is done, Old Writer Man. So go for it.”
10: Imaging the Gaps
Gavin goes on writing an outline, bridging from Celia’s alone time, after her coffee time with Ken, into her First Evening Date with him.
- She looked at the ducks and laughed. They are just like little lost people wandering around importantly and have no idea about anything other than their own little pond.
- On Saturday she waited at the door of the Samai Thai Restaurant and Ken arrived promptly at 7.
- Ken invited her to continue the evening at his apartment. Celia declined. He did not pressure her, just accepted her no.
- As they walked out of the restaurant she decided she had changed her mind. I might come back for a bit. I like your mind.
- They began to make love. Celia began to cry as he kissed her breasts. Celia: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m destroying your beautiful love making with me. All my emotions, just flooding you. I just can’t turn my tap off with you, like I could with the others. Ken: Turn it on baby, turn it on Full. I want all of you.
Gavin: Enough. Done. The Reader is fully capable of turning the outline into evocative story, by imaging the gaps from within themself. Even write it themself. Why not?
Being a critic standing outside the writing going “Harrumph”, or arguing with the characters, correcting their views, insisting on linear narrative, insisting the story goes the way the reader is used to stories going, demanding the writer gets out of their own story, is all so counter revolutionary.
Seize the creativity of the day. Write it forward just the way you like it to go. What did Celia and Ken talk about at dinner? How did that all lead them to bed? And what have Crazy Tibetan Masters to do with it all? Write it forward as your own unique signature prose.
I’m done. My muse says thank you for staying with us thus far. Another delivery next month.
Meanwhile watch for segments as they arise, on Facebook 2 Rules Group and at Story Flow. And possibly beginning later in the year at Substack.
Gloria: It’s 3 am baby. Who you talking to? Come to bed. I’m ready.
End of April Delivery.
11: Possibly Coming up in the May delivery
Gloria comes storming out of her research office. Or she is putting on her storming demeanour. She declares: Gavin, you cannot just get tired, and insist your readers do the prose for you from your outline.
It is your job to do that development.
Gavin: Not tired. Disrupting long held notions of writing norms. Or playing in the field.
Gloria: You have an answer for everything. Even two.
Gavin: That’s my job.
Gloria: Ha! Anyhow you are just a character in a story.
Gavin: You’ve been reading too many Facebook Non-Dual groups.
Facebook None-Dual Guru #31: There is no person. This world does not exist. We are just doing stories of characters in our own mind. One mind. Consciousness. All one thing. Wake up.
Gavin: My muse just woke up from her nap.
Gloria puts on her “I’m so in the Oneness” look, and retreats to her room. She watches her screen as Gavin types into the cloud:
She looked at the ducks and laughed. They are just like little lost people wandering around importantly and have no idea about anything other than their own little pond.
Finally the days dragged by. On Saturday she waited at the door of the Samai Thai Restaurant and Ken arrived promptly at 7.
He said nothing, but smiled directly into her eyes as if they had been together for years. He reached out his hand and she placed her hand in his. Together they walked in, and were shown to an alcove towards the back.
The waitress said, “Good to see you two adepts back here again” …
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