If the world was a perfect place, I would never start another blog. I hate blogging. I hate the twenty-first century’s obsession with constant exposure and judgmental surveillance (Hi prospective employers and nosy family members!), its lack of patience, and its mass acceptance of artful stupidity and half-assed adaptability as intelligence. I enjoy writing, but I prefer writing fiction. (I won’t be publishing my fiction on this blog because I want to get “paid” for it, though I might end up talking about how what I’m reading relates to what I’m working on.) The little nonfiction writing I do on a regular basis are the little observations and reminders that litter my notebooks.
Most writers (of which there are too many in it for the “fame” and too few in it for the storytelling tradition) similarly hate the modern writing economy, which is a bit like a golden ticket contest for trips to the third-best town in Iowa. Most writers also have to publish their writing for nothing and get little to nothing in return. And most writers want to explode every time they are told that what they do is “meaningless” and that they are working in a dying industry (Newsflash: Most legacy industries are dying: Welcome to Late Stage Capitalism, everybody!) and that “I haven’t read a book since high school” and—I don’t even want to continue writing all the dumb bullshit I hear on a regular basis from people who don’t know the difference between your and you’re.
So why am I starting another blog?
Every writer throughout history has adapted to the circumstances of their generation. Me running this blog is me adapting to the twenty-first century. I’ve known since I decided that I wanted to write for the rest of my life that most people (including my friends and family members) will never read a word I write no matter how many times I share it on social media. People just don’t care. There are so many other shiny things in the world to distract people that my blog will never even appear on their radar. And that pessimism/realism is what is motivating me to start blogging again. I don’t need to care what other people think. I only should care about what I think and if other people find me interesting YIPPEEEEE!
So I’m going to use this blog to write about what I find interesting and to maybe organize my thoughts a little bit better. I read a lot and follow a lot of news and find that no matter how many times I hear from positivists and business bros that “art isn’t important” that art actually does help clarify a lot of the annoying mysteries of humanity, or at least clarifies it better than a new app or jewel-studded sports car.
Because this blog is for me, there will never be a consistent schedule. I will disappear for weeks and months at a time. I may end up abandoning this blog like I did my first blog in college and my satire blog this fall.
Anyway. Welcome to the Dispatches from the Lions’ Den 3: The Return of the Misanthrope.
P.S. I will not be using gifs and pictures in my posts. I know that the inclusion of non-word media increases the likelihood of someone finishing an article but if you need to a picture to finish reading something, you need to go back to first grade and learn how to read non-picture books. Morons.
P.P.S. We should start calling the “gig economy” the “servant economy.”