Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Below is a comment I got this morning, which actually did not make me feel stupid, but warmed my heart. It is good to see that a whole new generation of poor dumb writers has come to age as optimistically as we once did. Pig-headed and petulant and passionate, all good things for a young writer to be. I remember when I felt that way.
Here's the comment:
"This is so wrong. You must be a miserable rejected would-be writer. Because the short story's not dead at all. In fact, it's doing great! Better than ever! More fantastic art is being written now than ever before in the history of the English language! More accredited writers have access to more venues than ever before, more books and magazines and being published for stories than ever before, and we are just drowning in opportunities for conferences and parties and teaching! I can't imagine a more fantastic lifestyle, and I am living it! But don't just take my anonymous word, o would-be one. You can read about it on Galley Cat. Feel stupid yet? Well I must be off -- got class in twenty minutes. Bye bye!"
(Oh, but, here's a tip, young writer: don't believe everything you read. At Galley Cat, or elsewhere.)