October 10, 2023
J told me I need to up my game. She said my writing goes from fringe to lunatic and she says I need to go in the other direction from fringe. She said a bit of fringe is fine; however as this is a travel blog, would I please do some travel writing. I think my writing is travel writing. After all, who wants to read boring stuff about what we see or pass by. People are much more interested in the internal journey.
Talking about internal journeys, I listened to On The Road (Jack Kerouac). After years of only pretending I had read the Beat generation, I found listening to it the way to go and now I get what he was on about. It is very much an internal monologue. I think the main problem for the Beat generation was the lack of the pill, contraceptives that is. Certainly Dean Moriarty (his travelling companion, in real life Neal Cassady) could have done with a whole load of contraceptive pills to give out along the way. Perhaps, though, a vasectomy. Still, On the Road was written way back.
Maybe I will adopt Jack’s style. I bet Jack didn’t have a Mrs Red Pen.
I think I will sulk a bit longer.
Off Highway One 