Hello Neighbors Northers,
Story generation continues on Emma Mulberry Whole Story. No additional comments on that today. Instead, I bring you another colleague’s conundrum.
The Literary Thriller writer alerted us that he wouldn’t be at group Monday. The Thrillist was hammering out how to change chapter 1 so that all would like.
No. Wrong! the Confessing Writer said. You can’t write that way! Wrong objective. Writing with the objective to please all is death to your story. Writing to please all is story killer numero Eins. Trust yourself. Stop listening to us. Our cacophony of opinions will lead you in circles.
Don’t listen to us pelt you with our 2 cents, nickels, quarters, and Susan B. Anthony’s. Step away from the Pub table.
We are all just frustrated novelists, poets, short story and screen play writers aching to be heard, raising our voices and opinions ever louder, “shoulding” your story to death. We descend into nit picks as to whether your inciting incident is catchy and hooky enough. Like we’re qualified! Half of us missed the whole inciting incident, whole cloth kit and caboodle.
Now we’re backtracking, muddying the ground, stepping all over ourselves, saying everything except what we should be saying, which is Oops! Our bad. We were careless. We read right over your exquisitely embedded line about the communication tower melting. Instead of disqualifying ourselves from the pool of commentators, we blathered on.
Stop us. Stop us now. Say “enough.” Banish us from your writing sanctuary. Make us atone and prove ourselves worthy before you listen to one iota more of our advising.