In the end, as human beings, this is what we do. It’s madness, folly and ultimately, in undeniably sensible circles, potentially meaningless. Does the meaningless drive us mad? If one of us is crazy, aren’t we all? The fact that it is in us to completely disavow ourselves from any identifiable features (human speech, ourContinue reading “This is what we do to ourselves”
Originally posted on TIME:
Our schools and workplaces claim to love creativity — but the research shows they don’t reward it. In fact, they punish it. “…students with the highest GPA’s were the ones who scored lowest on measures of creativity and independence…” “…supervisors judged their workforce the way teachers judged their students. They gave…
That’s never been my problem and I have never understood why people who are not inspired feel the need to spew their bile. Stop writing!
What would be the best business to start now?
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Answer by K.M. Weiland: Following are ten habits of the successful writer. 1. Write every day. Treat your writing like a job, even if it isn’t yet. Writing something every day, even if it’s only a paragraph, keeps your creative pump primed and your inertia at bay. 2. Complete stories. Discipline yourself to finish everyContinue reading “What traits, if any, do good fiction writers have in common?”
The bottom line, however, is that I need work and everything has either evaporated or been the usual, typical, so over-it-bullshit and what do you do in this case when you’re not insane enough to be Van Gogh but you are as talented a dish washer, if that makes any allegorical sense to the four of you who blessedly pretend to understand me.
I’m gonna… and that’s all I remember of what I think is a Pink Floyd song. I am still not sure where my voter’s handbook is. I know there is something in there about a bond by the state of California. I know I care about two things, the water rules and the stop puttingContinue reading “One of these days…”
Nothing then Everything Together again A secret constained An action condemned One mind obliterated one body on the mend He’s fine She’s a wreck