The Sick Writer

Already being a person whose brain moves faster than the rest of her, I nearly always have something to occupy my hands. I have to be watching or reading or writing or doing something, and I all else fails I talk to myself, working out dialogue as I brush my hair or put on makeup or even walk to lunch.

But when I’m sick, as I am now and have been for the past few days, I go nuts. I can’t do anything properly, and so my brain gets very upset and I’m fairly cranky as a result. Now that my computer is on it’s last legs, what is there to do?

When I get in this state, even talking to myself gets painful after a while, so I write with pen and paper. This is where I get into that trap of starting new projects even without having finished anything in ages.

I got a concept the other day for an interesting story and I can’t decide if it’s going to be a screenplay or a novel. And I made a playlist for it. It’s a good playlist, too, for a writer, chill with a few infusions of oomph. Lots of Ron Pope. He’s lovely.

But I get ridiculously philosophical when I’m sick, which is probably hell for the people around me, but is fantastic for my writing. I’m already a sickeningly philosophical person, so when you give me unlimited time to do nothing but think and write it down…well, I can moralize almost anything. If you read my post on blasphemy, this might not surprise you.

I suppose that what I’m trying to say in this post as I decide on how to best alleviate the pressure in my head is that while it’s miserable, and while it’s definitely not something to wish upon anyone, illness can have its advantages. Time to write without interruption? Well, other than coughing or vomiting or whatever? That’s a huge boon. Also, I’m a firm believer, as my friends can attest to, that misery breeds some of the best writing. What is more lingeringly miserable than the flu or a head cold?

Nothing, that’s what. Except maybe cancer.

Sorry, this is coming from the position of someone who feels like the bridge of their nose is about to pop from pressure, so I’m a bit biased.




What is Blasphemy?

I have a project I’m working on that is the retelling of human history from the Bible onward. Involved in the project is a redefining of God, which is risky to say the least.

First of all, God is not omniscient, benevolent, or omnipotent. Right off the bat, this makes for a very sticky situation for most Christians, as God is typically assumed to be all of these things, but as I find little textual evidence for them in the Bible, I’m choosing not to have them be true, for the sake of plot and character.

Also, Jesus is not divine.

Yup, there’s a bomb to drop on all Christian readers. Non-Christian readers might not mind, but I think my mother might faint if she reads it. Jesus is still a very important figure, but he is a prophet. He is also a sacrificial lamb, so to speak (so he retains that purpose), and has been shielded from sin by vigorously guarding angels, but he is not divine, nor is he the son of God.

I do have much about angels, both fallen and unfallen, and I’ve made a twist: there are female angels.

This is more than a little bit different from tradition. The idea came from reading Chaucer, where the Wife of Bath says that the bible would be different if told through a female viewpoint. I at first thought I could follow a family through the female line but god kills off everybody too often to pull that off, so my main character is a female angel, first created, Daughter of God.

And I can’t even discuss the most blasphemous bit, because it would give away major spoilers.

So, what is blasphemy? Much of how I portray God and Jesus in this project are what I truly believe, character-wise. It’s heterodox, but in an era of an increase of spirituality and a decrease in religiosity, is that so strange? Milton’s own depiction of God in Paradise Lost is heterodox anti-trinitarianist. And that’s one of the greatest literary works in history.

Will someone be offended? Probably. But is it really art if it doesn’t have the capacity to offend someone, if only a little bit?