The Writerly Ecstasy

— A book I love is Opacities: On Writing and the Writing Life by Sofia Samatar. On page 56 of my very dogeared copy, she says, “I want the writers I love to be seen, not for the self but for the ecstasy, the writerly ecstasy, caught and passed on like an electric charge. — I’m questioning a lot of stuff right now. And frankly, a lot of it is stuff I have no power to change, no influence over. Libby, for example, the library app doesn’t disallow ai-sloppola, I learned recently. They announced the “good news” that users can now filter out the ai-garb which alerted a lot of users that they do in fact allow the garb. Honestly, this just makes me unspeakably sad. Hard no and delete one more app off my phone. Maybe that’s a good thing. Anyway, they’ve gotten a lot of push-back on their instagram but it moves the dial not. Usually I would say, don’t read the comments, but in this case, go for it. Disappointment, thy name is Libby. — On a cheerier note, one of the things we/I still can do is…