I have written thousands of hack articles, posted anonymously online, over the past five years––my peculiar training in endurance. I've learned to embrace writing basic pieces on random topics, from the Mayan calendar to film noir. This has allowed me to stay out of the office rut (albeit at a barely break-even rate of compensation), continue to adhere to a code of creating literary work that reflects my own vision.
The dozen-odd rejections by respected editors for Arisugawa Park are behind me. Time to let go of that baby & all the sweat equity it represents––years trying to capture some essence of life in Japan, which I did not find in many other novels. The novel is admittedly imperfect, sprawling. I fought with the text, carefully preserving spontaneity and personal expression in lieu of plot elements designed to manipulate the reader into a certain emotional response.
Which is not to say that no one is cognizant of what I am up to. While perhaps I do not fit into the traditional authorial mold, I get 500 hits each time I post an installment of my early-stage serial novel Cowachunga - Cohuanga. Without any marketing except random fb posts and tweets, a couple forum threads.
Rather than break up an already written work and call it a serial, I have decided to write as I go. Posts occur directly after the final edit each week. Keeping the quality high is hard, but the elevated motivation and spontaneity more than make up for it.
The pleasure of writing is not derived from money (I have none). It is from the journey, the art of chasing the sun.