Tuesday, 27 October 2015

The time draws near.

Each artist labors beneath the yoke of his own time.

            This is doubtless to the degree that anything may be so considered.

            Acceptance of the new and constantly changing state of daily temporal reality is essential to both survival and what passes for sanity.  As the accepted confines of the known environs in these parts have occasionally been fluid a definition of either condition may be necessary to confirm the veracity of that statement.

            The point is moot though our shared status as mere passengers trapped on a ship of fools is in little doubt.

            For though posterity may be the goal the nourishment of his fellow passengers is the purpose for which the artist brings forth the fruit of his labors.  The means by which that fruit is produced and delivered matters little to its' consumer barring all considerations aside from the failure of his crop.

            This is a reasonable if ruthless appreciation of a relationship subject only to an elemental symbiosis.

            Far less often than we occasionally appreciate the blue of the sky do most of us concern ourselves with the mechanical ramifications of the consumption of entertainment.  To have cause to do so most times renders the entertainment moot and contributes to neither sanity nor survival.

            It has ever been thus and may well always be so.

            A lifetime spent pursuing independence and artistic freedom has allowed me the sometimes questionable luxury of exploring avenues both traditional and modern to support my career aspirations.  The value placed in the works I have created has radically changed as technology has altered the means by which the public consumes art in the 21st century.  The rise of technology has been accompanied by an easing of the barriers to entry placed at the door of the arts and entertainment industries.  With this has developed an appreciation by the consuming public that ameliorating these entrance requirements has resulted in an artistic crop either uneven or diminished in quality.

            A fellow wrote a novel about just such a situation a while ago.

            To the best of my recollection the title of his book and what it describes applies most appropriately to the reality of life in the arts today.

            It's a catch twenty two.

            Or each artist must labor beneath the yoke of his time.

            The background noise created by our technology enabled popular culture is higher than ever making discovery of new works of artistic merit difficult at best and near impossible at worst.  Yet the opportunity to deliver creative expression to the consuming public is both cheaper and easier due to the popularity of this enabling technology.

            Against this swelling tide swims each modern practitioner of the arts of all stripes.

            For each artist can labor only beneath a yoke crafted by his own time.

            Into the rising swell will embark another hopeful swimmer in mid-November when my novel 'A Dog and His Boy' is published by Amazon.  With formatting and cover design scheduled to complete early in the new month paperback and e-book availability dates will be posted soon.

            Thanks for being here and thanks for sharing the news, and the blog, with a friend.

-          TFP
October 27, 2015

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Here's to another late start.

I burned three of my own manuscripts.  It was the sensible thing to do at the time and I have few regrets.  The fact I've written three more since is what I find conclusive.  That brings us to the point of this discourse and the raison d'etre for the new blog.

I'm publishing my first novel.

'A dog and his boy' will be available in paperback and e-book formats within weeks of writing this blog entry.

I'll post a few of the procedural details here and will also use the site to let you know when and where it's available.  The publisher is Amazon and though embracing the new reality of the literary world I have no idea what it means for me or my work.  This willingness to cozy up to the modern is tempered by a vast indifference to the ever advancing influence of social media.

I've been told by more than one person I'm past due having something published and there's little room to argue.  Somehow I've grown old though I scarcely noticed it happening.  While the fruitless trek in search of wisdom and perspective continues there's no reason not to share stories considered thoroughly and written well.

There's also no denying I've been softened by time.  Not only are the hard edges of my body but the sharp corners of my ideology now smoothed by the sandpaper of experience.  My youthful certainty has been displaced by a certain doubt as my six pack devolved into a middle aged beer keg.

I think of this loss and what's gained as the bargain exchanged for the time each of us may sojourn in our individual place and time.  An existentialist I hold little concern for the concept of fairness when evaluating such an arrangement.  In fact, I consider the idea immaterial in the face of temporal reality.

Only knowing me when could show the irony of those statements.

I'm fortunate that few are left who did and those that are mostly friends.

I wrote this novel for people who enjoy discovering the secret heart of those seemingly trapped by unique and individual circumstance.  No devotee of the fashion my prose is rooted in the traditions of literary fiction.  The writer must serve his story and the currency of the facts surpasses those of the realm in such an instance.

My understanding of it is simple.

It's art for arts' sake.

I've been true to that ideal with 'A dog and his boy' and I'm delighted to share it with you.

I'll post the date when you can get your copy in paperback or e-book soon!

Thanks for being here and thanks very much for your support.

-          TFP, October 20, 2015