I’ve noticed in the writing of my favorite American novelists, a common trait. It goes back to middle school level Literature skills, but is still relevant to think about more than what a noun is. The trait is, it seems as though these superb writers have a knack of building entire walls of thought from smaller parts, but doing it efficiently, so that you see the wall before even knowing there were building blocks being put in place. I, as a writer, do not do this in my fiction writing. I give the reader blunt tools of imagination piece by piece. I take pieces in and out of the context they are originally brought up in, and then fashion new pieces of literature from these contextualized flavors of speech at some times without context, or meaning, and other times, in a re-hashing of old themes in context, and other times, bringing together one of these ‘walls’ of known writing styles. But, I do not allow myself any flamboyance in delivering my thoughts as a coherent message. To me, this is an annoying experience in Literature, this having a mind that gets pushed about, instead of just being presented a myriad collection of ideas either connected or not, and being able to think out a plot, a story, an idea- from scratch. Reading greats like those I think of as I write this, is of course great. No doubt. But, from my perspective, there is room in the world of intelligent discourse through shared thought, for those who seek not to shut out possible outcomes of the imagination just so a reader can most assuredly enjoy digesting any thought, but who want only for readers to be in a position to have to think.