I own a bow tie. This is not a confession. I wear it occasionally much to the bafflement of my family, friends, and coworkers. When asked why -the only and first question one ought to expect when wearing a bow tie- my stock answer (prepared beforehand and field tested) is: Because there shouldn’t be anything Orville Reddenbacher can do that I can’t. It’s a much simpler reason, if only spiritually true and invented after the fact, than why I own and occasionally wear a bow tie.
For a person often too much in his own head, at times to the point of near-paralyzation, I also tend to indulge in manic fits of whimsy. I do things like buy and wear a bow tie for example for the sheer joy of doing something silly; and when challenged I am as likely to tell an amusing tale by way of explanation as I am merely to smile and shrug. That’s how whimsy works; it’s at once an act of rebellion and an indulgence. And it’s vital not just to my own psychological health, but I believe to everyone’s.
Our childhood ends once we enter school, wherein invention and imagination are systematically drilled out of us one standardized test at a time until, by the time we are graduated, most of us have lost the simple ability to create. And the product of this process is considered to be a healthy, fully functional adult. What kind of life is that person supposed to lead? Wake up, cornflakes, commute, work, dinner, reality TV, bed. Repeat. I yawned halfway through writing that. I can’t even begin to imagine living that way, and when I begin to - hey! we all have off-days - that’s when whimsy kicks in. Read my other blogs, they’re full of whimsy, puns, jokes, and word-plays of every sort. I write to entertain myself; my readers are collateral damage. And my twitter feed (@Donwrite)? It’s one inanity after another.
I often say that a writer has one story he is trying to tell, coming at it again and again from a new angle each time. This can apply to the themes that an author explores through his writing, or even just a specific narrative. If you read any particular author’s work religiously, I think you understand. My through-line is whimsy. Whether by turn of fate or turn of phrase, it’s something that appears in everything I write. Heck, my first novel1 had a character named Destiny who was invented simply to throw a monkey wrench in the works- so to speak.
Thus ends my short meditation on the importance of whimsy. Apparently I couldn’t be bothered to devise a thoughtful conclusion, but hey! It’s nice outside. Go forth and be whimsical.
1 - “The Bookslinger” was never published. It was written a decade ago when lad-lit was making its brief appearance as a viable genre. The story was old before it was told. Oh, well. Contrary to popular belief and common sense, I am still rather proud of it.
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