Writing start: 10:15 A.M.
Finish: 2:48 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 800
Edited (est.): 8700 + 6 poemsTasks
1. Failure: Primary edit number six of chapter twenty-four
Notes: Kye has it!
2. Book Three Melody: 400 new words
Notes: I wish I could paint apocalyptic scenes like Wayne Barlowe. They would fit well with this chapter.
3. Ant Story: 400 new words
Notes: The chapter is completed! I'll start the primaries tomorrow!
4. Fractalverse V5: First stage edit of the third set of six poems
5. Rapscallion: Off
6. LOTR: Primary edit number three of chapter six
7. Angel: Book Three: Primary edit number six of the prologue
Notes: Kye has it, and has read it, and liked it!
8. T-Bag: Off
Special Projects: Transcribing Montaigne day one (of three)
Extra notes: This blog's second birthday is tomorrow. That probably doesn't seem like much to you; but for me it's a big, big deal.
You see, as I've told Kye, this is my last stand trying to reach readers, trying to find an audience for my work, trying to find a community worthy of calling such. If this fails, there will be no more attempts on my part to gain any of those things. This is it.
Writing is, by its very nature, a desperately lonely affair. When you add my many anti-social proclivities; when you add my tendency to skirt the very edge of misanthropy; when you factor in the familial parameters of my existence and so on, you find a guy who has undertaken a career--a passion--already more than burdened by loneliness. It has been a long, tough haul.
I have put as much love and devotion into this blog as I have into any of my books. That won't change--ever.
Author blogs are almost ubiquitously crap. Even famous author blogs suck for the most part. Such is so because the vast majority of Internet users do not wake up each morning stoked to peruse author blogs, and so they are seen as a waste of time to maintain by authors, who usually simply abandon them outright. It's pretty sad.
That, or they turn their blog into a book blog, which is not the same thing. Book blogs get more readers. Not many more, but more.
Only one in sixteen adults in the US bothers to pick a book up and read it cover to cover within a year. That's my starting point. Of the books those adults pick up, the vast, vast, vast majority of them are bestsellers. An unknown author like me has no chance. Very few of them peruse blogs. So now I'm working with what--? something like maybe one in, say, five or six hundred adults of the one in sixteen? Something like that?
Blogging itself is seen by many as passé. Social media is all for these people; blogs, as one of them said recently, "are so 2004."
If I have any regular visitors to this blog (I have no idea if I have any such visitors or not), those fine folks will know how I feel about social media.
So here I am.
The good things to remember are these: there are 7.6 billion people on Earth. If only one out of, say, fifty thousand are "my kind of people," then there are more than one hundred fifty thousand people who fit the bill.
Too, quality has a way of making the rounds and touching people all by its lonesome. How that works I can't fathom, but I know it does work. And what I offer is quality.
Third, I'm not interested in fame and fortune, so I'm not chasing after them. I'm not writing for you, but for your great-great-great grandchildren. I'm not trying to be a thousand kilometers wide and a centimeter deep, like virtually every artist of every stripe is desperately trying to be; but instead more like a needle--a few millimeters wide and a thousand kilometers deep. You won't give a shit about my work. But your descendants very much will.
And so I press on. This blog is going to be around for a long time yet. I won't abandon it. I won't let the quality lag. And I will maintain the proper perspective concerning it. My contemporaries may not bother with it, but bothering with what one's contemporaries think about one's hard work is a losing proposition, because most of the time they are flat-out idiots. Just ask Vincent Van Gogh or William Blake or Thomas Traherne. There are a thousand other examples.
I'll leave you with my favorite graph. It's of my readership since I began this blog on March 8, 2017. I think it says it all, don't you?
I hope you have a nice and restful Friday.