This Week's Rhetoric

A week has passed, so maybe now it's time to expand upon the nature of the product I'm selling.

Last week I said that I didn't know what artistic integrity means, but I do know what it is. Artistic integrity is just another form of currency - you just can't buy much with it, so the most practical option is to exchange it on some cash with some real market value. I have a pen and I have a keyboard. Sometimes I use these tools to write things down; things I want to inflict on other people. Rather than sitting around waiting for someone to offer to publish these things, I'm going to do it myself. If you want something to happen in the world, make it, because who else could possibly care enough about you to do it? Your mam, probably, maybe even your dad too, but you can bet you'll outlive them if you haven't already, so why wait around for Tony Blair of the Penguin Publishing Association of Suits and Fucking Dickheads to offer you something? If I can prove that I am creating marketable products, Tony Blair is bound to want a piece of the action and he'll come to me. Maybe I'll cut him in on a slice of the literary pie or maybe I'll give him the option of sucking my balls. That is the meaning of free-will. Grip your life firmly in both hands and wield it like a double-edged sword.


You, then, are being primed to buy my book. Some material already exists for it, and if enough is created before the End in 2012, it will be available for purchase from somewhere in some form. It's a strict time-frame to work within, I know, but it should be long enough to have gathered a following of people all too ready to consume. Maybe you can even expect a sample of fiction in the near-future. I don't know whether or not you do enjoy reading this, but I do know that you'd rather be spending your excess on this miniscule proportion of the mindless shit that the internet has to offer than switching on and actually doing something productive. If I seem resentful, don't be upset, for I truly appreciate you passivity. What hope would any writer have if people weren't so lazy that they'd rather accept the passive role of consumer than the aggressive role of creator?

The writer is the assailant and the reader the victim.

Eyes to the skies and await the next chapter.