Post by account_disabled on Jan 6, 2024 4:52:48 GMT
If there is one thing that is not lacking today, however, it is the possibility of knowing. To learn. The web is full of resources for writers, you just need to search for them. How does a 21st century writer have an advantage? Can be part of a writing community . No, it's not an anonymous type like that of alcoholics: "Hi, my name is Daniele and I haven't written for four months." It is not even a real place nor is it virtual. Or, rather, it is virtual, but not fixed. I mean, the internet is full of blogs and forums about creative writing: is frequenting any of them that bad? Does it take away dignity from the writer? Does it make you feel less free, less artistic? Many years ago I wrote without knowledge, with the bliss of making literature.
I was the new Lovecraft, the one everyone was waiting for. Rereading that stuff now makes you feel sick, sick to your stomach. I'm only happy about one thing: the idea of publishing those stories myself Special Data has never crossed my mind. You are saved. This is what a community is for: to learn about how things work , it is a set of resources that an author must build on his own, but he must do so, he cannot remain isolated today, because the result is writing rubbish. And he reads a lot, really a lot today. Feeling or being a writer? To publish a book it is not enough to feel like a writer, but to be one. And to be so, you have to accept that your writing is not a masterpiece, but something to be subjected to external judgments, to those who are qualified to make judgments.
Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.The man had worked all day to please his lord, who “had the power of life and death” in the village. He would have married that evening, with little celebration, but, according to the law, he could not have consummated that union first, because that right belonged to his master. The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time.
I was the new Lovecraft, the one everyone was waiting for. Rereading that stuff now makes you feel sick, sick to your stomach. I'm only happy about one thing: the idea of publishing those stories myself Special Data has never crossed my mind. You are saved. This is what a community is for: to learn about how things work , it is a set of resources that an author must build on his own, but he must do so, he cannot remain isolated today, because the result is writing rubbish. And he reads a lot, really a lot today. Feeling or being a writer? To publish a book it is not enough to feel like a writer, but to be one. And to be so, you have to accept that your writing is not a masterpiece, but something to be subjected to external judgments, to those who are qualified to make judgments.
Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.The man had worked all day to please his lord, who “had the power of life and death” in the village. He would have married that evening, with little celebration, but, according to the law, he could not have consummated that union first, because that right belonged to his master. The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time.