Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Pierwalker Log: March 31, 2021

Writing Start: 9:52
Finish: 1:28
Total New Words (est.): 500
Edited (est.): 2700


1. Book Three Melody: Edited what I've written in chapter twenty-two so far
2. Fractalverse VI: Off
3. Dreamcatcher: 500 new words
Notes: Chapter four is off the ground!
4. Cheapery St. Heroes Book Three: Off
5. Firefly: Off till 4/8
6. Angel: Book Three: Off
7. Stories from the Quiet: Off
8. The Good Place: Off

Transcribing Montaigne: Off

Thought of the Day: You can really see the collective insanity of the masses here on the Interwebs. It's astonishing and deeply depressing.
I labor daily to keep from engaging with it as much as possible. I post links from this blog to my accounts at Reddit and MeWe, to be sure; and I read the news, only allowing myself to do so between the hours of noon and 6 PM, and only allowing myself one check of a particular newsite or blogger per day. Even then, you can't escape it: the dysfunction, the shrieking, the endless lies and the clickbait and the hate.
What does it mean to be a writer in such a culture? Attention is all in this warped reality; who gets it and who doesn't. Almost without exception, those who get attention are those with huge bankrolls and tons of connections. Everybody's aiming for the most thumbs-up, the most comments, the most "likes." It's really messed up.
In such a culture, goodness is decided by percentages. Something is only good if enough people decide it is. Morality is under the same rule as well. What is right is decided by popularity.
I have leveled the charge (many times) that humanity is a middle-school-stunted species. It is. That's scary as fuck considering the technology at our fingertips. We refuse to grow up, but believe we are growing up, thinking that technology is our best guide in determining just how grown up we are. We allow despots and corporations to lay down the rules; we cling to our ignorant herds and circle the wagons more and more; we rail and rage against those who aren't part of our cute little middle-school clique; and we congratulate ourselves whenever we "own" them on some stupid, meaningless comment string on some heinous, dictatorial, anti-democracy "social" media site.

This blog will always be a quiet cove for those seeking one. Even if I were to become known to the masses, that will never change. The truth is, the collective insanity is so high with said masses that I very honestly hope that never happens. Erich Fromm once asked what it meant to be well-adjusted in an insane culture; I ask what it means to be popular in one.

Certainly nothing good from where I'm sitting.