Cloudy Stuart
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I have always loved writing silly stories about creepy old houses. I first started writing about old houses through poems. Then as things went along
I began writing stories.
I have Asperger's and ADHD and editing does not come naturally to me. I find it maddening as I find more and more errors in my typing and in
the way the story is being told. Things never seem to balance right. Then after weeks, months and even years it seems the crazy structure
falls into place - suddenly the story is finished. When I say finished I mean all the parts of the writing, the characters, the pace, the reasons
for anything happening have changed from being an ugly twisted mash into something that ticks like a watch. It is lovely thing when it happens.
What I am trying to say here is that without the force of my autistic focus I could not finish these books. My cloudy head that types like
a drunken spider (if a drunken spider could type) would not finish anything. It is my special autistic concentration that forces the story to the finish.
I have always found myself glued to the computer when I write, but I was also glued to the typewriter in the old days, and glued to the pen and paper
before that. I have been writing for so long that my stories sometimes feel older than I am in an odd way.
Recently I asked Chatgpt to provide questions for an interview and I presented the interview as a blog. I do not use A.I. for of the writing.
I am very old fashioned that way. But the interview worked out quite well. Below is a link to it if you want to read it.
Tales Of The Winter Clocks.
I began writing stories.
I have Asperger's and ADHD and editing does not come naturally to me. I find it maddening as I find more and more errors in my typing and in
the way the story is being told. Things never seem to balance right. Then after weeks, months and even years it seems the crazy structure
falls into place - suddenly the story is finished. When I say finished I mean all the parts of the writing, the characters, the pace, the reasons
for anything happening have changed from being an ugly twisted mash into something that ticks like a watch. It is lovely thing when it happens.
What I am trying to say here is that without the force of my autistic focus I could not finish these books. My cloudy head that types like
a drunken spider (if a drunken spider could type) would not finish anything. It is my special autistic concentration that forces the story to the finish.
I have always found myself glued to the computer when I write, but I was also glued to the typewriter in the old days, and glued to the pen and paper
before that. I have been writing for so long that my stories sometimes feel older than I am in an odd way.
Recently I asked Chatgpt to provide questions for an interview and I presented the interview as a blog. I do not use A.I. for of the writing.
I am very old fashioned that way. But the interview worked out quite well. Below is a link to it if you want to read it.
Tales Of The Winter Clocks.
