Arisugawa Park has been a self preservation cloak of sorts all these years, title and plot kept intentionally complex (getting more so every day)––something that I never have to let go of. Because no one will ever buy it.
All in the name of trying to prove Bob Dylan wrong––you do not have to serve somebody.**
That ties into the endurance thing––it is not simply that Good writing endures. To be a good writer you must practice endurance. That is the catchphrase. Endurance means doing it whether or not anyone is listening, reading, interfacing. Whether or not the butterfly acknowledges your paths have crossed.
Endurance is survival and it is a strategy of mindfully waiting for opportunity.*** Endurance creates its own opportunities, as it is related to the continuance of life in the face of... (I was going to say adversity, can I just say the process of living?)
If you do it your own way, prepare to do it in snatched moments as you navigate possibilities: making a living, hiking, making love, getting a mohawk, losing steam, scheming lonely, enterprise dangling, seeking moments of....
* Another impetus seems to be avoiding yawns, found so often in the presence of device-connected others.
** I know, in the process of trying to show up Bob I am serving his purpose. Which I willingly do. (Sophists take note).
*** Crisis is an opportunity. Ambulance-chaser words, I know.