Contemporaneous: Chapters 38 – 39
38. The creative spirit is wonderfully erratic, sometimes quick and irresistible, and other times sluggish, if not apathetic, or maybe it’s just pathetic. I’ve learned over the years to just write, so I’ve narrowed the gap between the two extremes. Lots of writers wait for inspiration, or think inspiration’s going to fuel them the whole way. It’s not. It’ll get them 1% of the way. The rest, as the cliché goes, is perspiration. And, right now, given the mess of the meeting with Regina, and knowing I’m off the Melody edit, I feel this awesome resentment. People talk about positivity and shit like that. Anger and resentment are great motivators,…
Twelve
Often when I’m sleepless, I wonder about the purpose of life. It’s not procreation. People procreate by accident. Surely a purpose would be harder to come by than that. And it’s not child rearing, because parents mess up their kids plenty. It’s impossible to raise an ideal kid, because everybody’s ideals are different. The best you can hope for is to raise a good person, somebody productive who contributes meaningfully to the world that we live in. But even if that was the case, what are we building to? Some utopia, as displayed in the old series of Star Trek? A world without issues? That doesn’t sound too bad. I…
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