The discussion has raged on for months now and the day has finally arrived. While I do not fault you for deciding to shut down your ECS permanently and finally heed your “artistic calling”, it is with a heavy heart that I pat you in the back, light your cigarette one final time, and set you of on your quest for literary euphoria.
I wish that you didn’t leave, at least not this soon. After all, I didn’t want to inherit the burden of writing a newsletter (that nobody reads anyway) week in and week out. I don’t want to write customer success stories of products I have no intention of using. Most of all, I don’t want to be checking my e-mail on a Sunday night thinking of the workload that lies ahead when morning comes.
But this is what you wanted. You told me about your goal of reading five books a month. You can do that now without worrying about the content of this week’s newsletter or how many pick-ups a client gets for their latest photo release. You don’t have to curse at the high heavens anymore when you attend meetings at an ungodly hour or share a conference room with self-serving clients.
You have all the time in the world now. What you do with it is your decision and yours alone. But if my opinion has any weight (I sure hope it does), I would like you to finish your short story. I believe that with a free mind and a relaxed hand, it has the potential to be something not just worth reading, but something worth picking up in the classics section of Powerbooks (or the bargain bins at Booksale).
I once told you that your writing “inspires me to write.” You brushed it off the same way a grubby individual brushes off dandruff off his shoulders. You thought I was pulling your leg. While I plead guilty of having my fair share of bald-headed lies, that statement was anything but. I said that, and will continue to say it, with the sincerity and genuineness of a good friend. No lies. No bullshit. No fugazi.
So as you march on your journey towards Palanca glory, do leave bread crumbs along the way. Let these crumbs guide those who wish to follow in your footsteps. Let these crumbs inspire those who, one day, will seek their own “artistic calling”.
A toast to you, Artel, for choosing the road less traveled. I wish you nothing but good tidings and warm blessings on your new journey.
"Cheers!"
I wish that you didn’t leave, at least not this soon. After all, I didn’t want to inherit the burden of writing a newsletter (that nobody reads anyway) week in and week out. I don’t want to write customer success stories of products I have no intention of using. Most of all, I don’t want to be checking my e-mail on a Sunday night thinking of the workload that lies ahead when morning comes.
But this is what you wanted. You told me about your goal of reading five books a month. You can do that now without worrying about the content of this week’s newsletter or how many pick-ups a client gets for their latest photo release. You don’t have to curse at the high heavens anymore when you attend meetings at an ungodly hour or share a conference room with self-serving clients.
You have all the time in the world now. What you do with it is your decision and yours alone. But if my opinion has any weight (I sure hope it does), I would like you to finish your short story. I believe that with a free mind and a relaxed hand, it has the potential to be something not just worth reading, but something worth picking up in the classics section of Powerbooks (or the bargain bins at Booksale).
I once told you that your writing “inspires me to write.” You brushed it off the same way a grubby individual brushes off dandruff off his shoulders. You thought I was pulling your leg. While I plead guilty of having my fair share of bald-headed lies, that statement was anything but. I said that, and will continue to say it, with the sincerity and genuineness of a good friend. No lies. No bullshit. No fugazi.
So as you march on your journey towards Palanca glory, do leave bread crumbs along the way. Let these crumbs guide those who wish to follow in your footsteps. Let these crumbs inspire those who, one day, will seek their own “artistic calling”.
A toast to you, Artel, for choosing the road less traveled. I wish you nothing but good tidings and warm blessings on your new journey.
"Cheers!"
3 comments:
Artel, eh? Spelled backwards it says Letra. Letter. Which you've just written. And which I am dying (just dying!) to proofread. But which I can't anyway, because we are on our own now, in each our own ways, along roads both less traveled. Indeed, old dog - our choices are to tread paths which no one, I am predisposed to think, has ever gone before.
My point is I'll be hanged if I pick my story up in Powerbooks. I think writers shouldn't foresee things of that sort anyway. So cheers to you, too - for this day, and other days that have passed and been shared. Let's not worry about what hasn't come! (Though tomorrow you might as well expect me to sue you for the rights to the exquisite photo. Just exquisite!)
The photo was chosen for lack of a better one.
Don't get too flattered.
:P
let's start the betting pool on how long till he comes back to us...joke...not...joke...not
he is already terribly missed...
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