And they did and did until it was said and done.
Some were romantic and some cynical … others depressed and more optimistic. The makers and shakers of our world from time immemorial, what they saw was what we got.
On the walls of caves, primitive man needed to communicate what was going on outside his domicile. Neanderthal man vs. Cro Magnum, Neanderthal vs. Homosapien … or as scientists prefer … everyone back then vs. Homosapien. Science perceives that the Neanderthals of Europe evolved into homosapiens, leaving all of ancient man behind in the dust.
No matter what you believe or perceive, all of mankind sought to communicate, sought to tell us who they were and what their world was like. And when we use the expression … “the writing was on the wall,” we are speaking literally about entire generations of mankind who left us their messages on cavern walls … on the inside of the pyramids … hammered in the early stone scribes.
And thus mankind began his journey to write down thoughts … the individual perceptions of each of those who passed along the “word,” which became history.
What you see is what you get …
And what the author sees is the story you read or perhaps the story you see.
The two most read of all popular fiction are romance the numero uno and mystery a distant second. All others fall in line after those.
Dystopia for instance:
“A dystopia (from the Greek δυσ- and τόπος, alternatively, cacotopia, kakotopia, or simply anti-utopia) is a community or society that is undesirable or frightening.It is translated as “not-good place”, anantonym of utopia, a term that was coined by Thomas Moore and figures as the title of his most well-known work, “Utopia.”
“… By contrast, dystopia is a nightmare world which, in many cases, has resulted from attempts to create an ideal society. Such dystopian societies appear in many artistic works, particularly in stories set in a future. Some of the most famous examples are 1984 and Brave New World. Dystopias are often characterized by dehumanization, totalitarian governments, environmental disaster, or other characteristics associated with a cataclysmic decline in society.” Wikipedia
Emerse yourself in a dystopian era and try to imagine a time thousands of years from now when our descendents uncover the remains of an old Barnes & Noble book store.
The once known city of New York and dozens of other major cities were blasted out of existence; destroyed in the war to end all wars.
A band of rebels have been attempting to uncover the truth and not the propaganda about our time and believe that it can be found in not what they have been told, but in what we wrote about our time.
For the purpose of my story, the only section of the book store that is salvageable in the wreck is the popular fiction section and the only books that are still readable are from the romance and mystery sections.
This is their only chance to convince the populace that we were once a great nation. They have found proof … the printed word.
As we attempted to piece together the daily life of the Neanderthal, they attempt to piece together the daily life human kind in the Twenty-first Century.
What truth can they cull from these ancient books … what does our bent toward the fantasy of happily-ever-after and the who-done-it say a about who we are as a society?
As we tried to learn from the ancients, so they must try to learn from us.
My perceptions about our modern novels might be quite different from yours. Perhaps you love romance but not “hot” romance or you want a story that has romantic elements but does not guarantee a happy ending. Do you see the eternal struggle for love and happiness as the battle of the sexes, the fate of a woman to follow a dream no matter how impossible it may seem at the onset?
Or you prefer the cozy mystery to the more frightening thriller, a bit of both in romantic suspense?
What we write may be based on our personal perceptions of the concepts of good and evil; right and wrong … it might be to entertain or enlighten and give our reader a place to escape the harsh realities of their hum-drum life?
Regardless how or why you began writing down your thoughts … the are just that … YOUR thoughts. And if you believe as some do that there are only X-number of plots, then your personal thoughts mold and shape themselves into one of those.
Therefore, what we perceive is fashioned by what thousands, perhaps millions of others perceived as the outcome of our human condition. There is no “original” thought and the universe has long ago given us the answers to every dilemma. You might believe that everything and anything has been recorded from the beginning of time and rests on the astral plane or is written in the Akashic records as perceived by theosophists.
“The akashic record is like an immense photographic film, registering all the desires and earth experiences of our planet. Those who perceive it will see pictured thereon: The life experiences of every human being since time began, the reactions to experience of the entire animal kingdom, the aggregation of the thought-forms of a karmic nature (based on desire) of every human unit throughout time. Herein lies the great deception of the records. Only a trained occultist can distinguish between actual experience and those astral pictures created by imagination and keen desire.” Wikipedia
And balderdash to theosophists-snobs who claim that only the “trained occultist” can see and know. As if they discovered the thoughts that exist in our universe.Were our little band of future rebels to know and perceive this to be the real truth, it would hardly matter. No one can ever live two simultaneous lives. our human bodies are mortal, the temporary vessel for who we are to be while here on earth.
I’d rather laugh …
And I do. I laugh at my own foibles and use them to entertain you. I come to this place in the blogestsphere to give you a little tickle … like grandpa did with his fuzzy beard.
Why I write at all is impossible to explain … mostly because I think explanations are a giant yawn. Who cares why you do what you do or how you see the world around you. Will you write the next Harry Potter or Hunger Games or will you fashion a tender love story? Whatever you perceive to be the driving force behind this craziness that we call creativity is personal. And frankly, I am grateful that I will never know why Emily never married but spent a solitary life enchanting us with her words.
I could truly care less what motivated Charles Dickens and I have no desire to question a modern writer or seek to look inside the brain of Stephen King … now that would be what a trip.
In the triple play of perception, I would like to dissect and devour the stranger than strange world of the blog … stay tuned.
Tell me true … is there a reason
you do what you do ?