Penman BluesPosted: August 25, 2016
Taking action leaves no room for self-doubt, and with that in mind, he agreed to write grandiloquent edicts for the prospective politician in exchange for a generous grant upon assumption of office and the gaining of access to official powers that would make available the resources and security, including clearances to view classified material for the purposes of research, in order to enable successful completion of his manuscript, which would otherwise be practically impossible.
Also, having already spent a significant portion of his advances on a property, at which he had a James Turrell Skyspace installed – the writer’s lair he always dreamed of – he had not much else left. But with a multiple book deal to fulfil, not even his ideal home offered a sanctuary. The deadlines were fast approaching and he needed to produce a groundbreaking work, with even greater appeal than the forty-four columns of text in the Code of Hammurabi, because they expected nothing less.
Still, even with all the pressures, he felt it was manifoldly better than signing on to another nine-to-five, because truthfully – expedient is almost never ethical thus not good for the soul. And there are infinite ways to live, as long as one is wise enough to not waste the gifts of nature’s endowment. So in his case, he simply came to grips with the fact that as long as humans will tolerate tales, it will likely also always be the case that every ruler will need a great speech, and every writer in return – wish to strike it rich, therefore that synergy will continue to conquer, with or without his participation. And seeing that the opportunity signified a good fit, he was resolved to do his bit, and so the keyboard his fingers struck, beat by beat.
© Heath Muchena, 2016