On Rejection
Write something original, write something true, they say.
Like what? Like how?
Swathed in an online comfort blanket of mediocrity,
Liberalised by pub opinions shared in seconds,
There needs to be a reckoning;
There is no truth, there is no beauty, no-one cares.
Write something original, write something true, they say.
Like what? Like how?
Your dialogue is too mechanical, your character arcs don’t work.
I enjoyed this, I didn’t enjoy that,
Your life’s dream rejected by an arbitrary robot.
That doesn’t think, hate, feel or scream.
Write something original, write something true, they say.
Like what? Like how?
Maybe you just don’t have it, kid.
Maybe you never will.
Remember when writing was pure? Remember that thrill? Remember?
Remember?
Write something original, write something true, they say.
Like what? Like how?
