So I’ve been wondering what’s going on with this whole debate, since it’s obviously not the substanceless thing it presents as, and I really think it’s just bullshit whipped up by the algorithm and/or errors of the sharing-too-early kind. Not something that needs our contribution (this being mine, obvs).
Hear me out: If a person who (perhaps) struggles to read (concentration? Dyslexia? Smartphone-trained neurons? Any reason really) still finds themselves moved to express themselves in writing – fine. Good. Write as much as you want, as crap as you want. And this is a good thing! Learning to let myself write badly* has been the biggest and hardest lesson I’ve had to learn as a writer so far. If you don’t have the crippling perfectionism (a massive flaw, by the way, not a humblebrag) born of a compulsive reader’s taste, then you’ve got a headstart frankly – as long as you don’t then seek plaudits on social media. This is learning to scribble, which is essential for learning to write, as any toddler kno. You show it to your mum, and she praises you, which is all well and good and exactly as it should be. Where you get into trouble is when you take it to, I dunno, the tate gallery, and the people there don’t have the good sense to see you’re just unaware of where you are in the grand scheme of things, and instead of gentle encouragement to keep going you get publicly castigated for daring to think your scribbles might be anything worthwhile.
Well, in good time, left to your own devices, you might well have got into this scribbling business and decided to venture out slightly from your own shores, and you might start looking at other people’s scribbles and maybe copying to see how they did it.
This here shitshow feels like an interrupted process gone to the bad, and hardened into a Position by untimely and strident opposition. It’s really bloody humiliating to realise in such a brutal fashion that you’re not where you thought you were, or the process isn’t what you thought it was, and unless you have an uncommonly healthy sense of self your options are either to let yourself be knocked down by it and never touch a pen again, or knuckle down on your right to write – and have it praised – without requiring any growth. Neither’s useful for the world.
I suspect what’s happening here is minor errors of (metaphorical) age and stage magnified by The Machine. Let’s not all pile on.
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*do I need to clarify? We’re all writers here. Clearly I don’t mean I just, sigh, naturally write well <hair toss>. Obviously. Sometimes stuff that feels crap when I write it is just fine when I return to it; sometimes the stuff that felt like gold pouring out reads back like a pub toilet cokehead monologue. As we all know. (As this might, to be fair, I'm in a bit of a rage today, otherwise I wouldn't have posted. Ha! Social-media-outrage hypocrite)