The Return of the Labor Party
Well what in the hell do you know? The Labor Party is officially back in action. How nice. My sincerest apologies for the recent lack of posts, by the way; I’ve been busy with a seriously extreme load of never-ending labor myself lately, and so unfortunately, fun projects that for whatever reason don’t result in actual cash-money have been pushed, every so slightly, onto the back burner. But never mind all that: We’re posting again, we’re keeping strict tabs on the wild, wild world of unusual entrepreneurship, and all is therefore right with the world.
And just in case you’re curious to know exactly what sort of labor has been keeping me so busy as of late: Well … as it happens, not too terribly long ago, my fiancee and I went and bought ourselves a very large house, smack dab in the middle of a relatively large city. And as any of you fellow homeowners out there are already very well aware, being a new homeowner can sometimes be a bit of a pain in the ass, and it can also sometimes feel like a part-time job. Which is to say, it keeps you eternally busy, even if sometimes you can’t really account for exactly what it is you’ve been doing with your time.
Still, it rules. To wit: As I sit here at this very moment and write, I’ve actually got a contractor and his young lackey hard at work in my basement, three floors beneath me, doing some sort of complicated sealant job that I personally can’t even begin to imagine understanding. So that’s the fun part of being a homeowner: acting all grown-up and serious and shit. And so that’s that, essentially. Welcome back, readers. (Real posts with actual entrepreneurship-related information coming soon. Promise!)
OMG! I almost forgot: Want to know what it was that actually inspired today’s re-awakening of the Labor Party? Sure you do. It was a totally kick-ass essay by long-time internet writer and current Deadspin editor Will Leitch about how the concept of writer’s block is absolute bullshit if you’re a professional blogger, as he is. (Or if you’re simply a serious writer with a big pile of real work on his/her desk, as opposed to an artiste who can afford [literally and metaphorically] to bitch and moan about how terribly hard it is to fill that horrifyingly blank page with precious prose.)
Deadspin, by the way, as far as I’m concerned, is an absolutely genius sports blog, and this is coming from someone (me) who has absolutely, positively no interest in sports whatsoever. Deadspin’s schtick, as far as I can tell, is that American sports journalism is complete horseshit, and needs to be overhauled entirely. The thing about it is, I just can’t think of too many blogs out there that are as instantly addictive as Deadspin — and I’m talking about addictive in the same way Gawker used to be addictive before it started to suck — and once again, let’s not forget that I couldn’t care one lick about any sort of professional sport. So, there’s my little pitch for Deadspin — go check it out.
Will Leitch’s essay about writer’s block being an entirely false construct of trustfunders and other lazy fucks who don’t care to actually work for a living is here, on the Publisher’s Weekly website.
Seriously, if you’re a writer, please do yourself a favor and read this one; it may actually give you some much-needed inspiration, as it did for me. Leitch makes a great point about journalism — and for that matter, about writing in general — that I have always agreed with: What we do is a craft, and it is a job. It’s not art. It’s never art. As Leitch says in the PW essay: “Writer’s block is the luxury of those who have no one expecting to hear from them today.” (Amen.)
Finally, if you like Leitch’s PW essay and if you happen to also be a Mediabistro AvantGuild member, take a look at this Q&A between Leitch and MB’s Noah Davis, which was posted today, and in which Leitch talks about how he finished his new book, God Save the Fan, in five months, while also working full-time on Deadspin. (If you’re not an AvantGuild member but you really, really want to read the interview, go ahead and send me a really convincing e-mail, and I might just send it your way as a Word doc. If you’re nice. And if you’re lucky.)