Journal

What ever happened to just sitting down and writing? Everyone seems to be peddling a system for what to write about and how. It couldn't have always been this way. That doesn't make any sense. I can't picture FSF sitting down and forming a snowflake for every one of his stories. JK was notorious for drug-fueled typing frenzies. My problem is that I keep seeking a system when there isn't one. You've either got the story or you don't. Art isn't something that can be taught. You can teach and refine craft, but it's the art that matters. When people start following techniques and procedures, when the magic of art succumbs to the cold science of systems, that's when we get fast food fiction. Our bookshelves swell like elastic waistbands waiting to snap as we gorge ourselves trying to satisfy our greater hunger, woefully unaware that it is quality we crave, not quantity; art, not formula.