~by Colin Winnette

I was at the airport earlier, flying back from AWP, and thinking about what it means to make a good thing. Or what a good thing even is. I came to no solid conclusions, and think to call something “good” or “bad” does more harm than good. But I still spend a lot of time wondering if what I’m doing is worthwhile, whether I should try to sell more books and if I would sell more books if I could figure out what a “better” book might be like, because then I could try as hard as I could to make it, this “better” thing. I have these thoughts, knowing full well that they’re worse than unproductive—they’re entertaining a notion based on something that does not exist, and therefore can never be satisfied because I can perpetually shift the nature of its demands. Which means all I’m doing is sitting around undoing possibilities. Continue reading →