for a movements time…I love my trophy whore galore..
I have found errors and misspellings in the best uptown literally editorialized to the hundredth degree books, and I have witnessed perfection, on the streets, where a simple little hand-made fanzine was given to me.
I’ve been near editors that egos are so big that I sweat-back-from-putting-my-fist -in-their-faces, and those that say nothing and let me learn on my own accord; by example. I’ve witnessed professors telling me not to do this and that, when the author that they love so much does the very same thing.
Writing is like a magical dance between deduction and induction, where you might trip over your own thoughts. You can totally teach yourself to write, and with the aid of a reflective, talented, and (let’s face it) slightly psychic editor, it turns into a delightful storytelling adventure. Remember, writing doesn’t define who you are—it’s just putting stories on paper. I just wish some of those pompous writing critics would climb down from their lofty thrones and realize they’ve got big butts too! So, write, write, and write some more, or not. Your call!
