Thinking Kills Your Darlings.

The anxieties of published work, the monuments to your life, and Nirvana

Everyone worries about being known for a single moment. I like to tell myself this is true. The dread of the single monuments that will haunt you like insatiable ghosts, wailing and clattering and persisting despite the absence of any business left unfinished on this earth. 

This is a problem born of radios and charts, the looming specter of a one-hit wo…