I’m going to be on hiatus for a couple weeks. I apologize for the lack of posts. I will be attempting to finish Scrap in a week or two, and will throw it up whenever it’s ready. I also plan on doing a quick edit of it once it’s finished and putting out a more finished story. Thanks for reading.
When I started [Infinite Jest] the only idea I had is I wanted to do something about America that was sad but wasn’t just making fun of America. Most of my friends are extremely bright, privileged, well-educated Americans who are sad on some level, and it has something, I think, to do with loneliness. I’m talking out of my ear a little bit, this is just my opinion, but I think somehow the culture has taught us or we’ve allowed the culture to teach us that the point of living is to get as much as you can and experience as much pleasure as you can, and that the implicit promise is that will make you happy. I know that’s almost offensively simplistic, but the effects of it aren’t simplistic at all. I don’t have children but I’m sort of obsessed with the idea of what my children will think of me, of what we’ve done with what we’ve been given, and why we are so sad.
Wal-Mart earned $27 billion in profit last year. They could afford to pay their bottom million workers $10,000 more a year, raise all of those people out of poverty, cost — save taxpayers billions of dollars, and still earn $17 billion in profit, right? It’s simply nuts that we have allowed this to happen. […] You know, this ridiculous idea that a worker on Wall Street who earns tens of millions of dollars a year securitizing imaginary assets or doing high-frequency trading is worth 1,000 times as much as workers who earn tens of thousands of dollars a year educating our children, growing or serving us our food, throwing themselves into harm’s away to protect our life or property, that this difference reflects the true value or intrinsic worth of these jobs is nonsense.
From Chuck Wendig’s blog: a hilarious and oh-so-true list of what to NEVER say to a writer.
“You Know, I Wanna Write A Book Someday.”
"Gosh, I wish I had time to write."
"Hey! You can write my idea."
"You should write my life story."
Are you a writer? Read his post to see the appropriate response (click on the title of this post & it will magically take you there).
I stuck with the three posts per week schedule for the month of August and it went well. I was able to post on schedule for the most part. Even so, it’s plain to see I will not be able to continue this amount of content. First of all, it detracts from me writing anything else, which is a problem. I have also begun classes in graduate school which will take more and more of my time as the semester goes on. Work has also begun so I’m back at the k-8 school, helping teach those darn kids.
Three posts a week just isn’t feasible. I’m going to try for two posts a week, one in the first half, sun-wed, one in the second half, wed-sat. I’m giving a range of days because I will honestly be scrounging for blog-writing time whenever I can get it. That’s just the way it is. The plan will be one post on writing, one post of fiction. I know I need to finish Scrap, I also need to get back to my short story, and other ideas that keep jumping up on me.
That’s what’s been happening. Thanks for listening and dealing with the irregularity recently.