October 2, 2004
random notes
: On the phone to Doc Searls last night. He described gapingvoid as “Dilbert for folk with non-shitty jobs.” Heh.
: In the future, the only people who will ever hire you will be your regular blog readers. That’s already starting to happen some people I know. Start blogging YESTERDAY and get building traffic.
: Going to Paris next week. Hooray!
: Been writing a lot lately. Not been uploading new drawings so much, just reposting the old ones with the writing etc. Take it from me– it’s really hard to write new stuff, draw new stuff AND hold down a job. I do my best but it’s not always enough.
: The Book is now circa 15 thousand words. It really needs to be 30 – 40 thousand. Arrrrgh. It wouldn’t be a problem but I’m already swamped with other things.
: Balance, Schmalance:
At its most basic level, the imagery of balance doesn’t work — the teeter-totter with our work on one side and something else on the other as we strive to keep them in perfectly equal weight.
I gave up on the idea of balance years ago (I think I was 15 at the time). Face it, People, we’re entering The Creative Age. Hey, guess what? Anything creative is EXTREMELY time consuming.
: Paul Graham: “What The Bubble Got Right.”
Now the pendulum has swung the other way. Now anything that became fashionable during the Bubble is ipso facto unfashionable. But that’s a mistake– an even bigger mistake than believing what everyone was saying in 1999. Over the long term, what the Bubble got right will be more important than what it got wrong.
That does it. As soon as I’m done with my current gig I’m moving West to Silicon Valley and joining The Revolution. Guess I’ll need to find a job. Heh.
What is leading you to say your book “needs” to be 30,000 – 40,000 words? How can you put an arbitrary number on your self-expression? Why not 45,000? 50,000? If you wrote 25,000 but your software counted wrong and gave you 35,000 would you feel you could stop? Write what you need to say and let the word count work itself over. Too many books nowadays are padded with useful crap.
Correction to the previous post:
Too many books are padded with useLESS crfap.
Just write till you can’t write no more. Only way to do it. It’s clear you’re hooked onto a spiritual level that only you can explain and we hanker to know about. Love your stuff. Inspiring me to change where I’m going with my stuff. Thanks.