“I’m not just liked, but well-liked”
So spoke Willy Loman, the burnt-out, American traveling salesman, in Death of a Salesman, Arthur Miller’s wonderful play. Willy Loman somehow prided himself on being “not just liked but well-liked”. A sad little fantasy. Poor Willy.
But in regard to being liked, we luckily have the brave and intrepid Bill Maher who says: “He’s not in it for the likes”.
Here’s to Bill Maher, good old Bill.
The annual WordPress stats came out two weeks ago, and some people even published their numbers as a post. If I am not mistaken, the numbers are down on wordpress in general, and I think many brave bloggers are discouraged, finding it hard to keep on with the posting. One wonders if this blogging business – which takes up quite a bit of time and brings in no money – is worth it. The answer is: Of course not! It’s a Fighting a Losing Battle, But Having a Lot of Fun Trying to Win sort of proposition. Why do we keep on blogging? Tell me Willy, tell me Bill!
The Quixotic Writer
When he wasn’t writing Norris Desmond found himself becoming impatient, anxious, even jittery. Apparently his body, his metabolism and particular physiology, required ongoing activity. His brain needed to be busy! And the writing served to siphon off some of his excess neural activity, his talking-to-himself ideations – and then churned it all out as what he liked to call “literary fiction”.
Was there anything “therapeutic” about the writing? Norris thought not. Many people believed writing to be “therapeutic”, but not Norris Desmond. Writing wasn’t therapeutic. Basketball or swimming in the bay was therapeutic.
There was, nonetheless, something satisfying about the writing. The creating of something interesting, something well said. Overall, though, basketball was better, thought Norris.