Every so often in blogs past, usually once a year or so, I blog about gaming and the fact that it is awesome. It’s a great mix of socializing, fantasizing, and creativity. The gaming, that is, not the blogging. The blogging is mostly a lot of self-indulgent drivel.
I’m sure some editor somewhere is reading this and thinking “That’s not okay – don’t be telling people to spam me with their stories!” And I reply “Shouldn’t you be going through your slush pile or something?”
like marbles through a pachinko machine. It bounces off of tangential elements, flows with only the loosest suggestion of a pattern, and is almost never the most direct way to move a story forward
So yes, fine, wear a suit, look good. But also let’s not pretend that suiting makes us better people or somehow restores civility or improves the world. It’s wasteful, it’s expensive, it’s classist, and it’s overall the bad old days no matter how good they look.
There really is no wrong way to write, and that’s something you’ll see me learn over the course of the SSS Archives.
I bought them, I displayed them, I may in fact have pretended they were shooting at each other over the streets of Macross city, but now they’re sitting in a box in my dad’s basement and I don’t feel I can throw them out.
In a way, what this post really is, as are most of the old “unsolicited advice for writers” posts, is a love-letter to the training that ironed out my writing. It was thanks to great professors like Chris Leland, Doug Unger, and Pablo Medina, among MANY others, that I started being able to find my voice and hit the harder notes. It still took me a while to get really publishable, but no doubt that I’m a fine example of education working as designed insofar as writing is concerned.
I’ll never forget my time as a cook, mostly because I can never shake the feeling that I might someday have to be one again. I’ve said goodbye to restaurant work many times in the past – in high school when I went to work in the video store, when I left college to become a security guard, and then when I went to grad school.
I may have mentioned, in a previous SSS Archive post, just how much absolute crap I wrote in 2009-ish. This, however, despite some clunk is not one I’m ashamed of.
Let’s immediately digest an entire elephant: teaching is one of the BEST jobs for a writer. I have been wrong and continue to be wrong about many things, but this was one of the wrongiest wrongs I ever wronged.