Really, Eragon and its publishing...always seemed kinda...well...sad.
My first book was on the level of Eragon: Sloppily written...but engaging and fun.
Though I do think my story was much more original than Eragon
But, well, I submitted it to this very site for peer review and I got my teeth kicked in by Preyer, who no longer visits these forums (TO MY KNOWLEDGE!). And I realized that, well, I need to square my shoulders and get BETTER.
I think a lot of writers go through this, and this is what makes okay or budding writers better writers. Struggle and all.
Paolini got his journey short circuited by getting self published.
Either that or I'm really really bitter.
You don't want to know what my earliest attempts at writing novels were like. All I can say is that the level of dullness that I achieved could seriously put Paolini to shame. I thought nothing of filling page after page with endless unnecessary details and description of
everything. Then again, I was maybe nine when I first started trying to write novels. Or possibly younger. It was before I got over my Babysitter's Club phase anyway. Then there was the stuff I wrote later, all the fantasy stories about people with magic and dark pasts, when I was 11-12 and later when I was at high school. And that was all appallingly bad too. (These days I'm 23 and writing... fantasy stories about people with magic and dark pasts. Go figure. I hope they're better than the ones I wrote ten years ago, anyway.)
I used to be jealous of Paolini. I mean, I can write better (which, believe me, is not showing off), and I'm yet to have a novel published and earn masses of money from it. But is it really a bad thing that our early attempts at novel writing are unlikely to ever see the shelves of any bookshop? When we get published, it will be our awesome writing, the novels we learnt how to write by writing earlier ones which were less good and facing criticism and rejection. It's like you have to learn how
not to write novels in order to learn how to write them, if that makes any sense. And I agree that Paolini somehow skipped that struggle. I am curious about the writer Paolini would have been if he and his family had left the Inheritance books alone and he'd been published ten or twenty years later with something else. Especially if he read
The Elements of Style at some point in those ten or twenty years.
Not all teenage writers are bad. There are some stunning ones out there who have my envy because I certainly wasn't one of them. Nor was Paolini. It's just that his early stuff was marketed well right from the start, and it took off from there.