Between the dates of 3-22-17 and approximately 4-22-17 a number of writers, poets, and artists happened to converge on a Goodreads thread, which has been herein recorded. The book is offered to readers for at least five reasons; 1) Yeztruly thought it might be of interest to non-artists to obtain an inside view of the realities involved in the creative process. 2) Of possible further interest to those lay people already somewhat familiar may well be the interaction, non-conformity, and out-and-out antagonism prevalent in the pretentious practitioners populating the poorer phony pits of the artistic world. 3) Ultimately it is about people pursuing their beautiful dreams to which we all relate with differing specifics filled in on the dotted line. Some wish to be poets. Some wish to write prose. Some wish to perform. Some wish to paint. Some wish to cash in on the other’s work. And some would like nothing more than to troll anyone present, and be recognized as the best troll. The ambition of the latter is usually a prescription for unhappiness; as in this wide world of aspiring trolls only one can be the best. 4) It was a copy job and took little time to do. 5) Yeztruly figured he could probably stiff the suckers for enough money to keep him high for a month.
I have no idea why I write. I know that I like to and wish I had done it all my life. I've thought of various reasons why I started which come and go. The only one which keeps coming back, is that my beginnings coincided with when my dog, Daisy, started to slow down. I am an embarassing 65 years of age now, and I enjoy writing more than anything else, other than being with Daisy. If I could venture a purpose, which isn't easy, it would be that I like to keep doing different things. I hope readers do not want to hear the same story over and over again. They all are derivative and boring.
I intend to try to tell the sagas of various people at the most interesting time of their lives. I think that to do follow ups with the same characters is more lucrative, but would result in lesser stories for the readers and would be tedious for me. We are all entitled to have some fun. Despite the logic conveyed by those most beneficial of the sadness, aren't we entitled to live and love? The answer seems so obvious.
Well now, here's something I've not read before -- a "book" ripped in its ENTIRETY from the comments section of one of my blog posts, "written" and edited by my arch nemesis and TOP TROLL of Goodreads, Derwad Dorkinsib! But, considering that like literally NINETY-NINE-POINT-NINE PERCENT of the thread is HIM just talking to himself anyway, hurling unsolicited and unrequited comments around the only space he's allowed to play online these days, I guess you could say that he DID in fact write the bloody thing after all! Plus, he had enough sense to change the names of the participants and certain other identifying details as well, so I'm withholding my lawsuit until this reaches the top of the Amazon sales rankings.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't just a little bit flattered!