You cannot buy the revolution

On literary freedom + censorship, Ursula K. Le Guin's radicality and Troye Sivan's smut.

It’s that time! I’m happy you’re here and deeply grateful to you for being a paid subscriber. It means you’re directly supporting me and my work and that means the world. Alright! Monday private post here. we. go

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My apologies for this being a Wednesday private post instead of a Monday private post.

Do you ever overburden yourself with stuff to do and end up running yourself ragged and your immune system screams “STOP THIS INSTANT” and you don’t so you get sick?

Well, same.

That’s what happened to me this week.

Luckily I’m on the mend and feeling much better. I’m working on taking better care of myself and calming the incessant sense of urgency that I feel as a freelancer whose livelihood depends on creating and holding myself accountable to deadlines, self-imposed and otherwise.

Anyway! Feeling good and ready to go! Let’s get into it.

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Craft tips and creative pep talks:

Be the Revolution | Thoughts on and by Ursula K. Le Guin.

Born in Berkeley, California, in 1929, Le Guin began publishing science fiction in the early 1960s and within ten years was acknowledged as one of the most important writers in the genre.

Le Guin was a seeker.

She sought freedom, artistic freedom, and freedom from the restrictions of urban life. What I find fascinating is that she chose science fiction, this so-called “despised, marginal” genre, she once said, for a reason she couldn’t acknowledge to herself at the time: Because it was “excluded from critical, academic, canonical supervision, leaving the artist free.”

“You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.” -Le Guin