This is going to sound ridiculous, but the meaning of business is create a storefront for people who’ve ran out of freedom…creative freedom, financial freedom, personal freedoms.
It’s a mechanism for feeling important and making money. It kills art. There, I said it — business kills art and I’m not pleased with that. I’m not happy that I’m forced to curb my writing–my art–into a business.
And to top it all off it’s not even working. I’m not only a failed writer but a failed businessman. Boo hoo hoo.
It matters not because I’m still here writing and caring about my words. Not so much with the business, though. (7/3)