Why porn makes me snore...
I'm going to be a bit obnoxious here, because I'm sleepy and worked out today and am tired to boot...
Regarding fic in general, I realize that a lot of people like their porn. And that's fine, I guess. I mean, it's harmless, etc. But it just seems like such a missed opportunity.
When presented with a language--in this case English, but I guess any language is applicable--there are all these wonderful things you can do. Transcendent things. Beautiful things. Just with the language by itself. When you take it and use it to tell a story, the things you can do become limitless, and all the aspects of a story are like wonderful toys you can use to create emotion and tension and poetry and complex structures and views of reality, and to alter your reader's perception of the world forever.
But like 95% of what fic writers produce is porn. That's sort of comparable to someone giving you a box of 256 crayons and you just using, like, brown and periwinkle, or puce, or something. Or even the sparkly colors, like gold and silver. It might be very flashy but...what about all the other colors? You've been given this gift, this beautiful splendid immeasurable power, and...you limit yourself intentionally?
I don't get it.
Regarding fic in general, I realize that a lot of people like their porn. And that's fine, I guess. I mean, it's harmless, etc. But it just seems like such a missed opportunity.
When presented with a language--in this case English, but I guess any language is applicable--there are all these wonderful things you can do. Transcendent things. Beautiful things. Just with the language by itself. When you take it and use it to tell a story, the things you can do become limitless, and all the aspects of a story are like wonderful toys you can use to create emotion and tension and poetry and complex structures and views of reality, and to alter your reader's perception of the world forever.
But like 95% of what fic writers produce is porn. That's sort of comparable to someone giving you a box of 256 crayons and you just using, like, brown and periwinkle, or puce, or something. Or even the sparkly colors, like gold and silver. It might be very flashy but...what about all the other colors? You've been given this gift, this beautiful splendid immeasurable power, and...you limit yourself intentionally?
I don't get it.