The Luxury of Apocalypse

Posted on Mar 1, 2021

I meant to write this post while reeling from the first episode of “Michael Hayes” but instead I’m a little in shock over the 1931 Jekyll and Hyde so you’ll have to bear with me.

Based on two anecdotes, I’ve decided we’re starting to see a post-Trump thaw in some creatives. With the luxury of apocalypse behind us, it’s time for renewed energies. If you’re privileged and comfortable enough to have them. The thaw in one of the anecdotes is going to be more commercial work, the thaw in the other is going to be less commercial work. Without the constant dread, mind spaces are opening up. And with the Ulysses beta getting micro.blog support, why not try something with it. And since it’s the first of the month, why not try something else along with it.

I’ve been meaning to do microblogging for years at this point. I even did it for a number of months before the reality of January 2017 kicked my ass. Once I realized I could probably do an expansive—but fast and obvious—rewrite of a novel project, incorporating Trumpism into the white male angst and sell it, which is simultaneously very true and very gross, I decided it was time to stop thinking about generating fiction.

After five intense months working on a non-fiction project—with a contract—I thought I’d found a way to be productive without having to be generative. It didn’t work out either.

But for 2021, with this renewed emphasis on blogging, I figured it might be the right time to fire up the micro blog. Give it another shot, another year, another shot. The goal is succinct writing written in a little bit of time. There are a couple constraints I’m working with, plus a couple rules. We’ll see how it goes.

Hopefully better than Jekyll and Hyde ’31, because woof and icky bad on that.