The shed where I write is not really a shed its more of an office/study. I keep it neat and tidy and forbid spiders to settle there and build cobwebs that might grow visible with dust.
The head is like a shed where we keep our good and bad, useful and useless memories. Writers live in their sheads. They use their them as a resource for their creativity.
I really believe that all sheads must remain fixed to the ground.
There are two types of writer – probably more actually. The first type is the career writer, the one who wants to make a living telling stories. These writers will write anything to get published. They will develop the necessary skills to enable them to understand what the reader wants and provide it for them. The second type is the writer who writes as an extension of their thinking. Through their writing, they are thinking aloud. They want to be heard no less than the first type of writer. Unfortunately, the second type of writer will never compromise on what they are writing. They insist that their words remain fixed to reality.
I realise that there is no such thing as pure fiction. All words are, in some way or another, connected to the writer’s or speaker’s experience, and therefore to reality. But the second type of writer will go to great lengths to make sure that the connection is not lost and will abandon any project that becomes separated from its attachment to the experience that bore it. I believe that the demands of modern fiction writing often force a gulf to develop between an author’s word and his/her experience. In trying to please the reader, the reader’s experience becomes more important than the writer’s original vision.
But then again, being too idealist will not pay the bills. Maybe that is the kind of reality the first type of writer is connected too. Maybe they disconnect from one reality to reconnect to another: the human social reality. The poetic mind of the first type of writer is great, occasionally, to bring us back to nature, but will never fit-in easily with our humanised reality.
Human social narratives require upgrading regularly, which is, in part, fulfilled by the writer. The narratives of nature remain pretty much the same, most of the time. Human experience is now more embedded in social structures than in natural structures and so we are beginning to relate to reality in different ways. The stability that once existed has gone. In evolution, when a new species evolves it leaves the old species to continue to live in its own way. But in human social evolution, what is old is forgotten and eradicated. The new always takes over.
Writers need to earn a living and have a right to. But some part of what writers do must remain rooted to what is natural. Otherwise they might get absorbed into their own fiction and become a character in a story of a writer writing stories. And the reader would be god because only they could give the writer his/her reality.