Life in the Elevators
A Novel
By D. DeWitt Thomas
Forward
I do not exactly like telling stories. I was a musician and now I am a
writer. There is something more difficult about writing words than
playing with notes. Words seem to get in the way of the truth while
playing music flows from another source more primal. Words describe
what is happening. Music is what is happening. Music feels the moment.
I would probably be freed from writing if I had never learned to read.
Having a conversation, which is more like playing music, differs from
writing prose. Writing requires a pre-determined mind set. I have had
many conversations and have played alot of music but I have never
attempted to write before now and I will attempt to do it as flowingly
as I can as if I am playing music.
It is not easy being one who personifies the antithesis of intention.
Being one who thinks more spontaneously using the lost arts of
instincts and intuition which have been sacrificed on the alter of
false pretense based and prefabricated notions make writing quite a
challange. Am I on time? No, I am usually early or late, according to
the clock. It's ok with me because I am a do-er, but not for them, the
watchers, though. I try to stay busy because I don't want to know what
they are seeing in me.