By Max Warren
Hello, friends, Romans and readers.
So, it’s been about a month. A bit more, I think. No lame excuses this time and no bullshit. I’m going to level with you. Blogging just isn’t my top priority. Think of me what you will–I’m certain my editors will love it.
Why? Because I like to think of myself as some kind of writer and I spend every free moment pursuing that. Or I should say that I wish I spent every free moment pursuing that. Usually I just plan on it and fail to follow through.
So what? Well, the fact that all I want is to write this fucking novel and can’t seem to do it speaks directly to our long-discarded topic: our own lost generation.
If there’s going to be any hope for us at all, we have to get our heads out of our own asses and get out of our own way. Farmville doesn’t matter. Neither do our earbuds, our Mafia Wars accounts or any of the related bullshit. If there’s going to be any hope for us at all, we have to DO something.
The Death of Hope is real and it can happen any time we stop trying. Let’s not. I know what I want and I’m going after it. You can too. We all need to. Because, ultimately, that’s the only way our generation is going to prove that we’re worth a damn.
Expect more frequent updates henceforth along with status reports on the novel.
It’s time for us to make our stand. “Most of all,” advised Bill Saroyan, “try to be wholly alive with all your might. You’ll be dead soon enough.”
I’m inclined to agree.
How can you take one person’s struggling to find time to write to be an indicator of an entire generation’s ineptitude? How many people would say that writing a novel itself is a hopeless, time-wasting, enterprise?
Got a Mac? Try Freedom. It started as a UNC Chapel Hill student’s dissertation. Basically it turns off the internet for a set amount of time, allowing you to get shit done.
The whole thing is of course a commentary on how bad the digital distractions have gotten. That could make for an interesting post, or a few: how these “tools” have become such a burden that we must now free ourselves from them, at least from time to time.