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The Gamble
Oct. 11th, 2005 08:44 pmI'm logged in tonight, at the Turning Stone Resort Hotel, compliments of the Oneida Indian Nation. I used to do this back in the day when I wasn't working and the wife was here at the casino gambling. I used to say I was gambling too--that someday I'd get published. Over the years, though, hers has paid off occasionally while mine hasn't.
These days, I'm "gambling" a lot less and working a lot more. And there's a lot of days when I think I'd settle for just being read online. Or maybe for that feeling, every once in a while, that there was something so important to be said that it didn't really matter if it was published or read at all, as long as it got written.
Which is really the essence of any art: that understanding, that belief, implicit in the gamble, that there's something out there that's possible and the mere possibility is worth whatever we might have to do to maintain our connection with it...
LPK
LiveJournal
10.11.2005
These days, I'm "gambling" a lot less and working a lot more. And there's a lot of days when I think I'd settle for just being read online. Or maybe for that feeling, every once in a while, that there was something so important to be said that it didn't really matter if it was published or read at all, as long as it got written.
Which is really the essence of any art: that understanding, that belief, implicit in the gamble, that there's something out there that's possible and the mere possibility is worth whatever we might have to do to maintain our connection with it...
LPK
LiveJournal
10.11.2005
