July 19th, 2004


Dallas, Level 3

I have a new driver's license photo. As I'm sure everyone will agree, license photos are something that are either passable, terrible, or a snapshot that forces you to redesign your personality for the next three to five years so that you at least vaguely resemble that person in your photo. Continuing my trend of license photos, I look as if I'm about to step out of my car, pull down a mask, and walk into a bank with a shotgun.

I am listening to Beth Orton's Central Reservation, and it's sweet and beautiful, as her voice has always been.
  • Current Music
    beth orton - blood red river

There's No Such Thing Like Procrastination.

John Shirley just wrote,

"I abound in stories. I always have. The trouble is I can't be troubled to write most of them down, and much of what I think of just isn't commercial. When I was younger, I didn't care if it was commercial. Or perhaps it's more the case that I just assumed that This Fabulous Idea, this Walloping Story, would be loved by one and all, except a few old fuddy duddies who didn't want to hear about junkies and policemen and zoo gorillas floating over the city in clouds of trash and loose furniture when gravity was cancelled out... Or that people didn't necessarily want to read paranoid left wing political allegories--they wanted their cyberpunk to be, well, just cyberpunk, dammit.

Eventually I started getting a clue. Now I spend a fair amount of time deciding what not to try to write. I need to sort through ideas and pick things that have a commercial chance."

It's not a post, I think, that is meant to be something you analyse with a huge amount of depth or time (it's mostly Shirley just blogging to kill some time, possibly while avoiding mapping out an essay... no, wait, that's me) but running in the background is, from the bits I copied, the suggestion that to be a successful writer, you have to put aside the things that you would like to write. Like that paranoid left wing cyberpunk allegory... you have to put it aside because it's just not commercial.

It's not the first time I've heard it. I hear it a whole heap: writers talking about how they didn't write something because it would sell, or they wrote it because it would... and it's just a depressing thing to hear. Sure, there are commercial aspects to consider about publishing, and I don't believe that any writer wants to disappear into the hole that is called 'insane left/right wing politics' and lose their head because their bowls clench in one sudden movement...


But I hear this a lot, and I don't hear writers talking about art. I don't hear about them talking about writing as an art. There's a bit of the old wank backlash against talking about anything is being meaningful, as being something that (in this case) the author set out with the intention of creating not something that he or she could sell, but something that spoke as a work of art.

I'm not saying anything, really. Just thoughts out loud. Maybe it's just that I've been noticing a lot of talk about the commercial aspect--as in write what sells--for the last couple of months.
  • Current Music
    beth orton - couldn't cause me harm