Few and Far Between

Few and far between. Also, not a reader to speak of.

While this is obviously just rationalizing the above fact, I wouldn't read a site that had no updates either.

I'm still working, still writing, and loving it even when it is work.

I asked someone the other day that is an artist, although of another genre, whether there art ever feels like work. There is a popular conception, at least in my mind, that artists don't work because they always love what they do. If you're in love with something, then damn it, it's not supposed to feel like work.

I'm pretty sure that conception is dead wrong. I believe King and Faulkner both hinted at the same thing, that writing is work. Sometimes it's fun, and sometimes it's only work. But even at those times I feel like I'm doing what I'm supposed to do.

With all the bullshit that comes on the TV, telling me how bad things are getting, and that the world is collapsing- any time I sit down in front of my computer and bang out 12oo words, I know that nothing is wrong. That everything is right, and can only continue to be right.

Television is wrong. Find out the thing that makes you realize this.