On September 9, NPR’s “All Things Considered” ran a story about a woman who wanted to be a nurse and the challenges she was facing to become one. The story ended with the host saying that this woman was “determined to make a career out of helping people.” This triggered a realization that I am determined not to be ashamed of:
I don’t want to make a career out of helping people.
For those of you who were expecting regular updates, allow me to disabuse you of this misconception.
I often get sidetracked by life, experience writer’s block (or worse, get stuck on several ideas without a clear way forward or the motivation to choose), or some other excuse for not populating this blog with new content. The past month has been one of those times.
Surely you have experienced similar situations of creative drought, being worldly people with complex, ever-changing lives of your own.
Thanks for reading when there’s something here, and for waiting when there isn’t.
A few years ago, I wrote a response to a response to Ernest Cline’s sci-fi novel Ready Player One. Without having read it. But my response was mostly about the intersection of capitalism and nostalgia, not the book itself. I stand by that post, but I’m pleased to report that I’ve finally read the book.
Let’s pretend this is timely. After all, E3 just happened, bringing with it renewed hype surrounding the Oculus Rift.
But really, I just want to make good and examine Cline’s debut novel on its own merits, not in terms of what Douglas Wolk found compelling, unsettling, or disappointing. Now I have my own grievances to air.