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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Pierwalker Log: November 28, 2018

Writing start: 10:58 A.M.
Finish: 3:41 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 1000
Edited (est.): 3800

Tasks

1. Failure: Off till 12/5

2. Book Three Melody: Off till 12/13

3. Ant Story: 500 new words
Notes: Maybe another thousand words to chapter's end--?

4. Fractalverse: Off till 12/5

5. The Cheapery St. Heroes: Book Two: Off till 12/3

6. Dread Pirate Roberts: 500 new words
Notes: I've got a good idea, for the first time, where this chapter wants to end.

7. Rapscallion: Read-through of chapter one

8. Gilligan: Off till 12/4

Special: New cover made for Fractalverse: Volume Five!
Notes: See upper-right sidebar. Isn't it cool?

Extra notes: How many people really, truly read poetry? It doesn't matter to me.

It doesn't matter to me if you don't read poetry. Like the rest of my work, I don't write it for you. Most authors do that, you know: they write for the audience. They write what they think the audience wants to read. It's why romance novels have exploded in recent years. Authors saw that foul surf coming in and quickly hopped on their boards hoping to catch the biggest wave to Payday.

If there is any integrity in that, I sure as hell don't see it.

I write what's in my heart and soul. I couldn't write otherwise. It's too demanding a job, too unforgiving, too lonesome. I'd go back to gas station work before committing to such an enterprise.

I've been writing free-verse poetry since I was nineteen. It's how I think much of the time--in free-verse. Back then I'd write a whole bunch, then take several years off, then write a whole bunch more. I've still got some of those old poems. They're in a binder in storage up in Bandon. Maybe one day I'll read them over, give them a good edit, and publish them. Who knows?

I've got the beginnings of some stories up there too. One of those even has the name of an arch-villain who appears in Melody! I smile when I think of things like that. I've been writing for a long time now, all told: almost forty years. It's all been stuff that's been lodged deep in my soul. It's all been stuff that I needed to write just because it needed to be written--not because people were buying similar things in similar genres from other authors. I've never concerned myself with the market. I never will.

Some have accused me, because of that mindset, of being nothing more than a hobbyist. Apparently I'm not a professional unless I kiss the herd's ass and give it what it wants.

Oh, well. They can call me what they want. It makes no never-mind to me.

The cover of the next volume of Fractalverse was completed today. It's in the upper-right sidebar. Not one of the thirty-six poems that will be published under its title I wrote for the masses. Not one. But then, the masses don't read poetry--right?

Like I said: it makes no never-mind to me.

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