Warning: lamentations ahead.<\/i><\/p>\n
I’ve been feeling some self-doubt lately about this whole writing-as-a-career thing. In large part, it’s because very often when I read a piece of published fiction–sometimes an award-winning or critically acclaimed genre story–I feel like I just. Don’t. Get it. And I know my tastes aren’t that far out of the mainstream, so I wonder if I’ve simply lost the ability to distinguish between good and bad prose.<\/p>\n
Then, last night, I looked up Rebecca Black’s “Friday” music video, because Hank Green mentioned it at the Portland Nerds & Music show<\/a>. And I was reassured that YES, I can, in fact, still tell good writing from bad. (If you know the song, and you’re not a twelve-year-old girl, you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t know the song, there is absolutely no need for you to seek it out. Trust me. Save yourself!)<\/p>\n