He who is well hydrated, won't sweat you
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He who is well hydrated, won't sweat you

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Interview at Fictionaut
I was interviewed by Heather Fowler for her Writers on Craft series at Fictionaut.
How has your perception of what you ādoā with your work changed as you have continued to write?
Recently Iāve started to think of writing as a collective endeavor as opposed to an individual one. For a while I was dealing with this crisis of faith, wondering if the work I did was selfish, and whether I had anything to truly contribute to the literary arts. I probably quit writing half a dozen times (as closeāand infinitely patientāfriends can attest). Then I asked myself two questions that helped to clarify the situation: Do you believe the writing you create has value? And my natural response was no. The follow-up question: Do you believe that literature as a whole has value? That I answered with a resounding yes. Literature can initiate social and political change, foster deeper feelings of compassion, and open the mind to new channels of thought and inquiry. Once I stopped thinking of myself as an individual entity, fighting for recognition in an overcrowded field, and imagined myself instead as part of a larger constellation of writers, all aiming to put beautiful things into the world, I was able to relax and get back to work.
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His personal appearance was remarkable. He was over six feet highāa tower of bones, with a complexion absolutely colourless, fair hair, and a light unscrupulous gray eye, twinkling occasionally at the very devil of mischief. Among the crew, he went by the name of the Long Doctor, or more frequently still, Doctor Long Ghost. And from whatever high estate Doctor Long Ghost might have fallen, he had certainly at some time or other spent money, drunk Burgundy, and associated with gentlemen. As for his learning, he quoted Virgil, and talked of Hobbs of Malmsbury, beside repeating poetry by the canto, especially Hudibras. He was, moreover, a man who had seen the world. In the easiest way imaginable, he could refer to an amour he had in Palermo, his lion-hunting before breakfast among the Caffres, and the quality of the coffee to be drunk in Muscat; and about these places, and a hundred others, he had more anecdotes than I can tell of. Then such mellow old songs as he sang, in a voice so round and racy, the real juice of sound. How such notes came forth from his lank body was a constant marvel.
- Herman Melville, Omoo
Okay, Doctor, we get it. That magic blue box can take you anywhere, even the Land of Fiction. You don't need to keep showing up in old books and bothering the sailors just to impress me.
pete wrote this and i love it.
Fictionaut: Writers on Craft
I was interviewed by Heather Fowler at Fictionaut last month for theĀ Writers on CraftĀ series. Heather is a good friend, a member of theĀ Legion of VerminĀ and we've been reading each other's work for years. You would think this would make answering the questions easier, but these were tough.
What do you feel is the purpose of literature?
To me, literature feels bound to the context of its creation in ways that donāt register in other arts. Thatās probably a bias on my part, but there it is. Literature attempts to teach the reader about class, sex and power in human relationships at a particular moment in time. Itās meaningless, of course. Weāre all passengers on this dinky life raft we call earth. We havenāt gotten to the kill-or-be-killed part of the endgame where your next-door neighbor starts to look like a roasted chicken, but weāre getting there. The water is slopping over the gunwales and weāre squabbling over when we need to start baling.

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Jim Ruland
I think literature has a socio-historical function. To me, literature feels bound to the context of its creation in ways that donāt register in other arts. Thatās probably a bias on my part, but there it is. Literature attempts to teach the reader about class, sex and power in human relationships at a particular moment in time. Itās meaningless, of course. Weāre all passengers on this dinky life raft we call earth. We havenāt gotten to the kill-or-be-killed part of the endgame where your next-door neighbor starts to look like a roasted chicken, but weāre getting there.Ā
- Jim Ruland interviewed at Fictionaut
one of my faves.