Friday, March 27, 2020

Annoying Thought of the Day

A lot of writers on Twitter have explained how they're not putting pressure on themselves to make the Great American Novel. They plan to take every day in quarantine as it comes and not make great expectations of themselves.

That's admirable. Wish I could do that.

Nearly twenty years ago. I was out of commission for a month, I was recovering from surgery and had little else to do but write. I turned that into two pieces for a zine that ended up getting me a lot of attention. It led to even more work before profitable small print zines started dying out from internet exposure.

Today, amidst the crisis, I'm not out of commission. I'm still working. However, things are quieter than they have been in nearly a decade.

I have no delusions of grandeur. I don't fantasize about some million dollar idea. I don't even care if I make money. I just have to take advantage of this time to write something of significance.

In recent years, society seems to be streamlining the way it runs creative people like me into the ground. I may never get a chance to create like this again.

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