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I don't really feel the need to be abundantly "successful," (whatever that means), and sow my little creative oats and make neat abstract little poems that make all the other creatives just pleased as punch. I get wanting to do what you love for a living, but what happened being dedicated to a craft purely because you enjoy it, and not because you have this big, beautiful image set up in your head of how you're going to be the next great American writer? Instead of pandering to some niche audience that tells you what you want to hear or generally gives canned critiques, why don't you just do what you love and forget the rest? What the fuck is the point of all the pretense?
I'm so tired of all the writing and speaking and living that isn't getting to any depth. Why have any discussions if they're not real? Everything seems so much like bullshit. Where's the genuine sentiment? The empathy? Any glimmer of a real moment in someone's writing where they are actually giving something of themselves instead of going through the motions? Even if your style or mechanics are stellar, I really could not give two shits as a reader if it is all so disingenuous.
I would much prefer a simpler approach with meaning than a complex one without.