august 20 gbb

I've been prolific of late and so I think instead of writing another longish one tonight I'm going to take a look at where the work has been going, lately, and whether I think it's worth going deeper. That said, you should know that it brings me an inordinate amount of joy to say "the work," because it means that I am finally taking my writing seriously. I don't know what I was doing before, but it was decidedly unserious, detached, and blasé, which sucks, because I've always, always known who I was even though I didn't know what I was. I've always, always known I wanted to write and make things that resonated with other people, and because of this, I had to become something of an expert generalist (and a sensualist, and an epicurean) if only so that I would meet as many different kinds of people as I could. I've always, always known that there is a large creative and very strange set of galaxies deep within me and that my life's mission almost necessarily had to be to find a way for…