Reading Writers

Hey! Who? Me? Yes! Do you remember back when you were reading The Human Comedy and thinking you would always live on a planet where a few great writers lived royally and with vast wealth comfortably above yet among the huddled hungry masses just waiting to buy your supremely great literature words of eternal wisdom and Pulitzer Poetry Prizes? If you mean Do I remember when most people did not daily, or even monthly, write, much less self-publish, while only a select few were gainfully employed as full-time writers of scripts and screenplays and contracts and constitutions and poetry and stories and parables and even designs for polycultural healthy outcomes-- Yes, I do, or did, or whatever it was we both noticed about ratios of democratic readers to plutocratic writers. Well, I went on WordPress this morning, thinking I would read the democratic plutocrats first, then probably add my own commentary on my blogsite when done with reading others. And you can't read that fast, can you? Exactly. Now all the democrats are writing and cooperatively self-publishing and my dreams of becoming a plutocratic writer have drowned in a sea of voices in which there is no longer sufficient time to hear each other out before also entering something in. So what's your big take away for this revolutionary turnaround in now democratically growing co-investments in broadcast writing and emerging plutocratic readers? Would-be writers but we no longer live in or on a RealTime 4D publish or perish world. Right. Now its publish, no one bothers to read, and perish while still cloud-published perhaps eternally, somehow, with no one bothering to open a closed for self-publishing mind.