Few can say what is on their mind. If they could, they would say it, only the number of times we don’t is far more than the number of times we do. The trick about being a writer is to be able to articulate one’s thoughts in a way that is crisp and clear. Not all written thoughts are brilliant, but when you have one, they are a joy to share.
Ian McEwan wrote, “What I’ve discovered and really confirmed for myself is that opera really likes loud colors, and you need something bold, something savage, unpredictable, passionate. You can’t really run a two-hour opera round some muted murmurings.”
There is truth in that. What I like about what I write is that one is locked into a world that is conservative, constricted, and civilized and yet the savage, the passionate, and the unpredictable come calling when one least expects, and in forms that are not really nice at all. That may be entertaining, and I hope it is, but more, it opens the reader to the thought that, in spite of how things seem, no matter how complacent, no matter how humdrum, or turbulent, the unknown unknown lurks just out of sight, and when it comes, what are you going to do? Likely, one will be left with only a single option: to awaken.