Critical Nostalgia

I saw a post saying that it’s ok to “agree to disagree” as long as it’s something like what flavor of ice cream you enjoy, and yes, but I would like to propose a more general and concrete criteria for caring about other people’s opinions: does it cause or increase harm?

In all fairness, he could have stopped existing between your message and this one.

Much happier now that I'm not looking for an agent or publisher to make my work real. Yeah, I'd love more readers, but not enough to plow all of my sales and Kickstarter proceeds into online ads and trying to buy presence.

And then thinking about how trying to conform work to what publishers thought they wanted was driving me nuts. For no reason whatsoever. I wasn't ever cut out for the game. Not when I started in '91. Not now.

Oh, right. Just reminded of that YouTube video where the talking said that "Self-publishing is basically cope" and I got mad until I said "Man, it's YouTube. They'll let people say any old shit there."

Vet's office. Okay.

I thought this was outside the House of Representatives.

The branding of Moob, the app...

That's a joke, right?

HELIOS CREED WAS RIGHT

ABOUT WHAT, WE'RE NOT ENTIRELY SURE

Of all the ghosts that inhabit the novel, structure is one of the most elusive. It is also the most exquisite. It tends to appear in the work's earliest moments of gestation, when the author's intuition is vast, or right in the final stretch, when the final piece of the puzzle falls into place. It might take the form of a straight line, a chain of illusions, the branches of a tree, a circle that returns to its origin, an improvisation that rises like smoke and draws shapes in the air, a many-headed hydra, a chorus sung by many, a swarm of tempestuous memories, a river of surprises and word games, delicate berries from the forest or the daunting avalanche of fate, the struggle between heroes and villains, an equation rich in dramatic tension, or a mystery tackled by several minds.

Martín Solares

*Pierrot wipes his nose, burps emphatically*

But then I'm also a dude who's turning in a 550 page manuscript that I thought was maybe a 60k long novella when I started...

Anyways, awards are for the givers.

D U B .

What if the structure has been cobbled together by a drunken Pierrot in facepaint half-washed away by his own tears?

Thinking about Steve Miller ripping the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame a bleeding new orifice and how Dick Dale had to tour until he died and yeah. I get the seething rage. I really do.

This enrages me to a point where I may not actually be rational about things, so you might not want to poke the bear.

Dudes gotta learn about suppositories. Gentler ride. So I hear.

I’m going to become the midnight toker

I clicked that link so hard.

Gosh. God forgave that pious politician. How generous.

I wonder if the family and friends and other loved ones of the staffer he had the affair with before she killed herself had anything to say about it.

*reposting Glenn Beck from X into here*

C'mon. What are we even doing. Let him languish, selling survival buckets and beet extract. Leave him for the cretins.

Gonna save this one for all internet arguing dudes.

lolwut

I goofed and read the original year on that as 2002. My bad.

Un-for-tu-NATE-ly

They raise 'em different out in the inter-mountain west.

Green Lampers?

It does also render down to "I am a special creature who wants not to have to make anything yet be credited with creation."

Imagine him with a big 'ol shit-eatin' grin.

It's not "I have something to say and think it should be said this way" or "I have something amazing to have other people experience" or even "This is the way I can express myself and it might be weird but it's what I got."

It's all just fear of the void (derogatory).

Every AI prompt renders down to "make the emptiness go away"