“Further Questions from the Id”

Consanguinity of thought appears to be the greatest failing in the structure of the human mind, as undeveloped.

There is always a “missing link” in the chain of talented aspirations or one cast

without the proper catalyst as a joinder.

How to overcome this deficiency is still baffling to the corps of experts.

How to bring together the ethereal aptitude into contact with realistic applications

presents a problem unanswerable even by today’s many and immeasurable gifts of expression.

But they lack the all-important faculty to span the bottomless chasm of relevancy.

In retrospect, is it more necessary for an aspiring writer to have the vivid imagination so vital to the material forthcoming as a prime talent before attaining the method of expression?

Or, can one so gifted engender a volume of ideas along the shoulders of the road of “experience?”

This poses the old problem of  “the irresistible force meeting the immovable object” to some extent.

Furthermore, is there a place in the writing field, for example, for one with a “head for research” and accompanying ease of expression on paper, but without a visible imaginative quotient?

Would it be possible to consider a person labeled by himself and close personal friends an introvert fair game for the profession, and, if so, what would his chances be to survive in a field where the mind must at one time study, elaborate, and capitalize on all natures of men and their characters, lives, and loves?

Do writers, as a whole, when they originate a character, ennoble this person as a prototype of their inner desire, or is this purely fancy?

These are a few of the questions spreading salt on my wounds of indecision at this time…