(this is stolen from (Richach?) blog, but it was written by me in a comment there. I place it here, so I won't forget the trane-of-thought. This should probably be its own thread.)
Art is an expression that produces a reaction. That's all I remember from my Art 101 class in college.
So, fiction is art.
I too am frustrated with the academic process of producing that reaction. It seems to rub against our nearly genetic oral tradition. Telling a story was a performance, an experience shared with the audience. They could see your face, gestures, and hear intonations. The storyteller enjoyed the interaction. In writing, that is lost. Try singing a song in writing. Lost. You can convey reactions and emotions, but you'll never hear music.
Even if your writing succeeds in producing a reaction, you rarely know it other than sales or reviews. Most of us never get that far.
Sometimes, it seems like all we have is each other, yet each other seems more of a guild than a platform. "In order to be recognized, you must be one of us." Our cry for attention is answered by a litany of hoops to jump through.
Then we come to the Interwebs, the kindergarten playground. A battlefield, the soul-crushing grinder of our pleas and dreams, for the entertainment of the cruel and brutal.
But what about the story? How do we know if our idea is worthy of attention before we jump through the hoops and turn our souls over to the Guild?
What about the story?
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