This will be my final posting anywhere, though not for any lack of desire to post or a lack of things to write, be they for the narrative good or simple bloggage.
No, this will be the last you hear from me because Aga, the Arbiter of what All Good Art is has decreed that I am to be put to death for the most terrible of crimes of so offending her view of what good art is that I had to die because I enjoy making art that a very small number of people are happy to partake in.
Wait, I should be fair to her, even though she's not being at all fair to me. She gave me the option of submitting to the procedure that would end my ability to do what I do but that would not be a life that I want to live because I would know what I had lost and as long as I draw breath, I will want to be writing and drawing even though I'm not doing as much of either because of the demands of the not so new job on my time.
So I chose to die rather than live without writing and drawing.
Not what you yourself would do? Maybe, but either way, the Arbiter's ruling cannot be appealed. What she says goes and I have so offended her view of what good art is that there's no talking her out of the decree that I live without the making of any art whatsoever and that would be like living without a part of myself and I can't do that.
I refuse to..
And no, I never thought that I would be a martyr for anything, yet here we are. I'm living out the final hours of my life because She's a vile judge of art.
But she has the power that says she can do as she wants when it comes to the making of art.
Any art.
So no poetry or drawings. No painting or carvings. No words to any songs that I surely would have eventually written again.
Yes, who is she to speak for humans everywhere that my art is not fit for consumption when there's no cost for doing so?
Sadly though, she has this power when she shouldn't because there is merit to my art and it wasn't so long ago that we lived in a world without her having this ability and the marketplace would decide what was good and what wasn't.
Not an insufferable hater whose decree sounds unhinged frankly.
She shouldn't get to speak for anyone but herself, though I understand that others would agree with her, they wouldn't be so vehement about it.
And they wouldn't have the power either.
They'd just be people liking or liking not, which I would be free to disagree with because who are they to me but voices in the internet wilderness?
Hey, not all people are going to like what someone does in anything, but you can put it in a way that doesn't make you sound like a hateful _ _ _ _ _ who's probably jealous of my talent.
Though I'm willing to concede that I could be wrong.
But does it matter what a soon to be dead man was right or wrong about?
Anyway, in her eyes, the world won't be safe until my art can no longer be made, which is why the Enforcement Officers are on their way.
And that is why I should call it a posting here and thank you for your quiet support of my endeavours here the last couple of years, even if you were quiet. I knew you were out there, enjoying what little I produced.
Be well won't you?
Donovan Hubsby