It might seem churlish to complain about other people doing the same thing as me, but there’s an awful lot of bad writing around.
Fiction is cluttered with writers trotting out hundreds of pages of dross. During the pandemic creativity is the balm to cabin fever and keyboards are on fire with the urgent drivel that I have revelled in.
Short poetry is not too painful to read, but I just wish there were fewer odes to Nature. All that gushing about the numinous wonder of a flower or the beauty of leaves swirling in an autumn breeze.
Obviously, when I pen my magic about nature it is entirely acceptable. Maybe I’m being too selfish. Why shouldn’t others put their writing to the test? The literary clique have their own fortresses of mediocrity. Us mere mortals have this medium to amuse ourselves.
It is a harmless distraction from all the craziness. So I will try to be more generous towards my fellow writers.
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