A few days back, writer John Connolly tweeted the following…
I just wanted to share it here on Karavansara.
I see the problem not so much with the price of books, but with the value that is given to creative work – any kind of creative work.
When the product of your workday is not material – when you have a story or a theory and not a chunk of stuff – paying you is considered a strange eccentricity.
After all, you could find yourself an honest job, and then do your creative thingies in your spare time, right?
And there’s no viable solution in sight.
Yes, it’s that depressing.