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Like many aspiring authors, I imagine, I have read a great deal in the course of my life, in various subjects, but a great deal in fantasy and science fiction, the two genres I take a particular interest in. And now, having spent the better part of three decades doing this, I find myself unable to attempt to write anything precisely because I've read so many amazing stories from all the incredible authors out there. In this day and age, with so many people doing this sort of thing, where despite all the obstacles, it's never been easier to write or publish a story, what makes my feeble scribblings worthy of notice? You have to be above the average, considerably so, to stand out, and I'm just...not. I'm not George Martin, or Scott Lynch, or Glen Cook, or any of the authors whose works I've read and enjoyed. I can't write like they do.
It goes further. As one is influenced by their experiences, it seems more and more to me that all of my ideas are pale, cheap imitations of things I've read or seen on TV or in movies, hastily cobbled together at the last minute in a terrible jumble of conflicting notions contained in bad prose and worse grammar, that I don't have any quasi-original thoughts or even interesting spins on older themes. That my mind is limited and rigid, unable to ever get any of the creative passion and energy that is essential for writing good fiction.
And so here I am. Now it seems as though any good writing I find now only shines ever brighter in contrast to my own ideas, rising impossibly beyond anything I could ever hope to accomplish. Now good writing depresses me, taunting me with what I could never achieve. I don't read so much fiction anymore.
Is there any way out of this downwards spiral, or am I doomed to live forever in the mighty shadows of every other successful writer?
Like many aspiring authors, I imagine, I have read a great deal in the course of my life, in various subjects, but a great deal in fantasy and science fiction, the two genres I take a particular interest in. And now, having spent the better part of three decades doing this, I find myself unable to attempt to write anything precisely because I've read so many amazing stories from all the incredible authors out there. In this day and age, with so many people doing this sort of thing, where despite all the obstacles, it's never been easier to write or publish a story, what makes my feeble scribblings worthy of notice? You have to be above the average, considerably so, to stand out, and I'm just...not. I'm not George Martin, or Scott Lynch, or Glen Cook, or any of the authors whose works I've read and enjoyed. I can't write like they do.
It goes further. As one is influenced by their experiences, it seems more and more to me that all of my ideas are pale, cheap imitations of things I've read or seen on TV or in movies, hastily cobbled together at the last minute in a terrible jumble of conflicting notions contained in bad prose and worse grammar, that I don't have any quasi-original thoughts or even interesting spins on older themes. That my mind is limited and rigid, unable to ever get any of the creative passion and energy that is essential for writing good fiction.
And so here I am. Now it seems as though any good writing I find now only shines ever brighter in contrast to my own ideas, rising impossibly beyond anything I could ever hope to accomplish. Now good writing depresses me, taunting me with what I could never achieve. I don't read so much fiction anymore.
Is there any way out of this downwards spiral, or am I doomed to live forever in the mighty shadows of every other successful writer?