I think The Mungk really fucked me up. I always think each book will teach me a little something, to give me time to explore a subject and really think it through.
The Mungk was about trauma, big and small, and how it can utterly destroy a person if they don’t work through it, and just keep repeating the same behaviour in various forms over and over. There’s a mindlessness to it, a lack of introspection that works (in my opinion) to really show how completely derailed life can be by allowing trauma to drive the train.
Father Lightning was meant to provide the opposite, an exploration of kindness in the face of bad shit, and while it’s doing that, it’s not here.
I meant to write about it in these pages, but instead, I’m just telling you how much life sucks, little snippets to say I wrote something that day.
I am going to make more of an effort in this blog to really document how things are going. The Mungk may have destroyed lives in its blind fatalism; Father Lightning will serve as a way out. A glimmer of hope. A path forward.
Then again, no one’s ever truly reviewed the books I’ve written, so yeah.
They could be piles of shit.
Killing the ego is everything; denying all value is not.
Target: 1500 words
Written: 1427 words, novel: Father Lightning