I feel marginalised as a writer.
I am marginalised to a large extent by personality. I am solitary and I am fastidious.
I hate the very idea of creative writing classes.
I think the classes which teach technique are teaching conventionality. And I hate the idea of workshops. Novels aren’t written by teams. They’re written by individuals, in solitude.
I hate the identification of writing with education.
I hate writers’ groups. I think the stuff they read is banal and the people are boring.
I hate the idea of criticism and feedback. I hate the identification of writing with learning.
I don’t like online forums. I don’t see why people need to look for motivation. If you want to do it, do it. If you don’t, don’t bother.
I am not motivated by money. I am uneasy about the notion of professional writing.
Words like creativity and originality have been devalued. It is difficult to say objectively that something is a good book or good writing.
There are so many writers. There are so many opportunities to talk.
It is so hard to find anyone worth talking to.
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