Trying to convince myself I still know how to write. Surely by now I know how to get perfect strangers to drop a cool $50 monthly for the plight of the orangutan. And that feels good mostly daily, because I don't ever feel like I'm conning. Making tuna salad every day, selling it at outrageous profit margins, that all felt like a con. Turkey curry ( Read more... )

"What is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a bank?"
--Bertolt Brecht
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Recently, I've more or less given up. I've given up on the writing, and so now my life has become unsustainable and irredeemable. My month of November defined by some sluggish desire for the awfully depressing truth, my December some insular acceptance of the same, my 2010 summing up with some whimper, and not much to show for two years' effort ( Read more... )