Is it better to be a relative unknown in your chosen creative field, or to have a fan base that loves your work so much you become paralyzed in indecision trying to give them more?
I’ve always assumed that “more fans=better,” but if the weight of outside expectation keeps you waffling so long that some very vocal fans start to take the waiting personally, maybe there’s something to be said for obscurity. Writer’s block is hard enough without people who used to respect you obsessively mocking you for your unfinished work.
2. On the other end of the spectrum, there’s another fantasy author, Glen Cook, whose first few novels were written while he worked on an assembly line for GM. Not in his spare time after work, but during the 5 minute breaks he’d have throughout his shift.
The next time I complain about not having enough time to create while working all day in front of a keyboard and monitor, I want to remember that.
Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there. I just was singing the chorus to everyone’s new favorite song for the next 5 minutes, Rebecca Black’s deconstruction of the “party song” genre, “Friday.” I normally wouldn’t link to something that’s going to be over so soon here (if indeed it isn’t already “over”), but when one is so overcome by the power and beauty of art, one must speak. And besides, it is Frah-ee-day.
Black has encapsulated the major existential dilemma of humanity here. Who hasn’t crumbled in indecision, Hamlet-like, over the choice between what seat of the automobile in which they should “kick it”? Not one to rest on her laurels philosophizing, though, she kindly plays teacher, giving us a remedial lesson in the days of the week, and their relationship to each other. This is one for the ages.
It may sound a little chipper to some of you. If that’s the case, I present to you the somewhat slowed-down version, which takes the perkiness of the original and pitches it down to a positively morose E-flat dirge. I really think it works better this way. Musically, it almost sounds like what would happen if The Cure fell out of love on the titular day.