On the Road by Jack Kerouac has opened my eyes. I discovered flash fiction maybe around 15 or 20 years ago when as a writer I was still very much under the influence of Ernest Hemingway. Reading Hemingway’s work over and over and over and over again, especially his early work, impressed on me the absolute need for precision of language and compression in my own fiction. Less was always more.
This works pretty good when you’re writing erotic flash fiction. But it sucks when you’re a blogger. A blogger has to be more expansive. The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction needs a constant flow of content; and not just any content. The magazine needs content that will inform, entertain and inspire.
Jack Kerouac has given me permission to be more expansive, to let the words flow.
I’ll probably finish reading On the Road in the next few days. I did a little research on the writing of On the Road. Kerouac wrote the novel in three weeks. He put the end of one long roll of paper in his type writer and kept typing until the novel was done. He would start typing in the morning and type until he was exhausted, leaving a space where that day’s flow of words ended. And then the next day he would start typing again.
Now he didn’t make up everything on the spot while he was typing. Actually he made up very little. He simply transcribed the pass several years of his life on the road. He used real events, real places and real people, doing what every writer does with the raw material of life: giving it form.
What does his example mean to me? No, it doesn’t mean I’m going to out my writers of erotic flash fiction (Jack’s publisher made him change the real names of the real people in the novel). It does mean that I should stop compressing my writing when it comes to blogging and to make better use of my own life as raw material for my blog.
Jack Kerouac, the Old Soldier salutes you!
Hello hello hello, all you readers and writers of erotic flash fiction! This will be my second post today, thanks to the influence of Jack Kerouac. After posting this, it may be time for the Old Soldier to get out of the office and stretch his legs. I won’t have any fun money to spend at Armand’s until next week. (Yes, I’m beat. But hey, the Old Soldier is cool.) So there’s no sense in me heading out to Little Italy.
I think I’ll wander down toward the campus of the University of Pittsburgh and see what’s going on.
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