Eating sushi, watching the Bruins, drinking some white wine of questionable vintage, and thinking.
Occasionally I like to think. Kind of mix things up and go against the grain, you know? Can't always shoot from the hip.
So here I am, drinking my second glass of wine of questionable vintage, kind of annoyed by the Bruins being down 2-1 to the Flyers, and thinking. Got that? I'm drifting a bit, but hey, stick with me for a minute and it is entirely possible that I might get somewhere eventually. Equally possible that I might continue to drift and end up in a sad, dark corner of space, weepy and alone.
Anyway. Thinking and drinking, drinking and thinking and what exactly is it that I'm thinking? (We've covered what I'm drinking and yes, there is a creepy sort of shadow that will probably be a headache, thank you very much.)
Joe Konrath is on my mind. I read the tweets on his end this morning about his interaction with Chuck Wendig. Then I read the post by Chuck- and the comments. Then there was the post later that I read on A newbies Guide to Publishing where Joe Konrath bow out of the blogosphere. Sort of. In his own way.
|Kinda like Dread Pirate Roberts vs Captain Jack Sparrow?|
And Joe, as I said, is taking a powder. Of sorts. He will no longer blog but will allow guest bloggers to use his vacated space. I say, cool.
The message was being lost; by readers, by critics, and by Joe himself. I think the message is that there are alternatives to traditional publishing and you, the writer, you need to find your own path. Joe gives us a unique perspective and invaluable information but you need to make decisions that are best for you in the moment.
Did I make a point yet? Not sure. That shadow bastard is full-blown, out and ugly, hovering in the forefront of my head and definitely, I am thinking of bed.
I guess I was trying to say simply this; learn from everything, learn from everyone, inform yourself and ultimately, no matter who you follow, you have to in the end follow your instincts. Then move on. If you don't, you'll end up in some comment section on a random blog stridently defending your beliefs when really, your time could be better spent writing.
It happens to all of us, getting lost in trying to find the perfect path. The only path, the only path, folks, is the one that propels you forward and never the one that forces you to look back.
Keep stepping forward, keep up the good fight and, most important, remember this and hold it close to your heart- spending less than ten dollars on a bottle of wine is always a crap shoot, so take care and next time, try stopping at one glass.