Left behind, he fell backward and backward until he fell forward. This two and fro an oscillation of swaying in the wind between values on one hand and the other hand, but never fully convicted, he swung endlessly, until he found that he was not swinging, but that he was getting off the swing and actually moving on, that he had decided already on one value over the other. Why did he need to think so?
Creativity thinks, aloud and in the quiet.
I hate cutting short a writing opportunity, one where my foot is in the door. It may need to be done on occasion, though. It is usually the employer or publisher that terminates an opportunity or a job, but sometimes the writer also does. Why, o, why, though? But if I cut short something, it is because I can see no way forward with the publisher. If I have been submitting unusable or unsuitable material, I am also quick to admit that I can change some things about my work that may be better for both of us. However, if a payback is not going to be obviously forthcoming, I would not bother. On the other hand, if a writer or employee is in the throes of a job and the publisher or employer terminates the job for good reason, the pain is on the writer’s side, and it is indeed painful. These situations are not very nice at all. But sometimes there is no way forward after a certain amount of time has come and gone and no further progress has been made. Why bother?
This is indeed a relief. There is a sense of relief when I decide on a course of action rather than doing everything at once, relief that I do not have to do everything in one go. But stick to the project at hand and later on tackle the new project.
Should I write something commercial because I actually belong? Because I’ve joined the club? Because I felt it more this time, last time I didn’t feel it as much? But that’s being as rigid as being non-consumerist. So I’ll write what I like to write. Being a consumer doesn’t change anything in my writing. Really?