one reason I don’t ever want to be a great writer
1. if I ever wrote something of consequence, something widely regarded as a great piece of literature, then I would run the risk of that piece being subjected to “literary criticsm.” or even more specifically, someone employing the critic’s method of “deconstruction” to it. which would mean I would have a couple hundred college professors who can’t get it up psychoanalyzing me long after I died in order to make a name for themselves.
I’m trying not to be some ignorant yokel who “don’t like what he don’t unnerstand.” really, I’m not. but literary criticism seems to be the art of taking someone’s idea out of context, warping it into something completely different, and then parading the new idea around in front of you like it’s your prize-winning show dog. Melville’s Billy Budd was an interesting and entertaining story until I put it through the criticism wringer for L371. now, it sucks.
Then don’t let the critism get to you. If you let words or ideas of other people get in the way of your creative spirit, then why bother writing? I wrote a book, believe it or not, and whether the publisher will like it or not, it’s not their choice to change my story to fit theirs.
That’s just typical. “Creative spirit.” What the hell? Why can’t you just be negative and down on your self without someone giving you some motivational speech about persevering?
awesome responses thus far, particularly by Mary
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Guess who died? yeah it sucks the dog is dead… mean old man… yeah he even growled at the vet when they were doing it, and he had been tranquilized… freakin awesome.
this is spencer
Damn Skippy. Let’s hear it for the right to self-deprecate! Let’s propose it as a 28th Amendment, right after gay marriage.
Keep your head up Matt, somebody loves you. What?