Writing online is really helping me learn to take criticism. And by take criticism, I mean I’m getting much better at using the pain of criticism to make a witty comeback while thinking suck a dick instead of crying unabashedly. Instead of shouting oh for fuck’s sake, it’s a joke! at my computer I am able to pity those who do not share my humor.
I reckon this is good, because one day I really will finish my books and maybe more than ten people will read them, and prolly not all those eleven people will have understood the writing. Inevitably, we will fail one another that way.
I can remember in college, studying En Attendant Godot. The prof asked why Beckett mentioned the characters using the bathroom, rejected all the ideas given, and then said something about God. My thought, although I held my tongue, was did beckett tell you that himself? did you read that he said it? because honestly, Beckett himself said something along the lines of how he’d grown bored of other people’s complicated interpretations of simple things. By the time I read that play, I’d already figured out that the best of the written word has what can be a seemingly endless variety of interpretations and applications.
So I sit here, with my little blog and my little stories, without even having been translated into six different languages, and I think well who am i to determine the reader responses?
Have you had any similar experiences? Do you suffer from a similar condition? Do you think some people put the anal in analyze?