Thursday, July 4, 2019

Pierwalker Log: July 4, 2019

Writing start: 9:21 A.M.
Finish: 2:15 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 1000
Edited (est.): 2900

1. Failure: Off till 8/5

2. Book Three Melody: 500 new words
Notes: To judge my work on what my contemporaries think of it, or don't think of it, is the height of foolishness. Many great artists were totally ignored by their contemporaries. I'm not saying I'm great by any stretch; still, the point is apt, and it is made. If even the greats are totally ignored (Van Gogh, anyone?), then what about so-called schleps like me?

No one has downloaded even a single book in the series in more than two years. I just finished Failure (above); it will probably be released in a year, if not a little less than. It's a great novel, and I'm damn proud of it.

The reality is, however, that it has far less to do with my abilities (or lack of abilities) that you won't bother reading it than it has to do with you, the public. It's reflected here on this blog: the uninvolvement, the refusal to connect, the casual disinterest, the abject selfishness, the three-second click-in-click-outs.

Question to those of you with an IQ high enough to realize that I actually voice my thoughts here in this space (Pierwalker Logs): When did you last actually read a book cover to cover? Hmm? Cat got your fat tongue, Wallace? If it was within a calendar year, I'll be genuinely surprised.

Book publishing suffers from massive anti-democratic and anti-egalitarian efforts to tilt the playing field as much as possible towards those already popular, those already known. It makes big tech companies that much richer by doing so; it enriches traditional publishers; and it creates a Wild West environment for everyone else, one disgustingly libertarian and amoral. The Internet was supposed to level the playing field! The reality is, it has done anything but.

I'm sixteen chapters into this Book, one that so far is my favorite of the entire series. It's deeply affecting and introspective; it expands the world of Aquanus, introduces a few new characters, provides more backstory, and gives our heroes a chance to really shine.

But you fuckholes won't bother with it because I'm not one of the aforementioned already-populars, already-knowns. I can tell you with all due humility that my writing can stand up to any of theirs, and probably best all but a small percentage at the very, very top. But to you I'm still a schlep, and you'll judge my work much harsher than those of the big-wigs, for no other reason, if you think of it, because you are a fuckhole and a stupid one to boot: you fell completely unthinkingly by their marketing schemes, their big money, their teams of editors, their glam, their fame, their scripted appearances on talk shows, and so on.

Tell you what, dipshit. You do something like write a novel with little to no expectation of reward of any kind, with little to no expectation of any kind of financial gain, with little to no expectation of any kind of involvement by people who are supposed to be involved--friends and family (assuming you have either). The thing is, you don't have that kind of backbone, if you even have that kind of smarts, patience, or creativity. You probably don't.

Now do it twenty-four times (at last count). Try not to get too pissed off as you release each one. Try.


Ultimately the only people I want visiting this blog are those who have read at least one of my novels or poetry volumes and liked it, and who wish to involve themselves more than by simply lurking around.

After fifteen hard years, I hold no hope that you, the person reading this, will be decent enough to bother.

Isn't there something better you could be doing right now than polluting this space with your empty consumer consciousness? Go watch Survivor. Go read a James Patterson or E.L. James novel. Go engage with the already-popular, the already-known. And fuck way off while you're at it.


3. Angel: Book Three: Read-through of chapter three

4. Random Chance Book Two: 200 new words
Notes: Getting a very slow feel for where this chapter wants to go.

5. Port Story: Read-through of chapter three

6. Hidden Bookmarks: 300 new words
Notes: Going slow and easy here, even though I have a clear idea of where this chapter is headed.

7. LOTR: Off

8. T-Bag: Off till 7/8

Special Projects: None today

Extra notes: See above. Have a nice consumptive Friday, suburban.