Sometimes the writing biz mystifies me. Truly. The advice surfaces from one author and is parroted by many. An editor states an opinion of how a manuscript is made better doing such and such, and that becomes the only way to write a story, to put words together, to produce a well-written novel. Over and over again. Blogs, editor sites, agent commentary. Cacophony. Caca.
The irony comes from the same song of instruction while looking for “fresh” voices, unique styles. The irony continues when the literature that leaves the publisher proves to be mediocre. The irony plods on when instructors contradict each other’s instructions. And even more irony when those who produce this questionable fiction become authorities on how to write.
Sometimes it’s fascinating. Other times it’s nauseating. A little less irony . . . please.
Lord, you made us all unique even with our common bonds and threads. Thank you, God, that your imagination never stagnates and that you take pleasure in leading your people to accomplish what you ordained for each of them. Glory to God. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
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