Reading is good but my neck/wrists are like pls stop
I got about 100 pages in The Mechanical Messiah, A+ and funny as expected, dude's still got it. After digesting what I got through today I think maybe my approaches to my own work have been uh, a little bad.
I love the way Robert Rankin writes (if you're unfamiliar, he's like if Pratchett was more cynical and grotty with more corny jokes), and it reminded me of college. I recall some classmates didn't know what to make of my work having odd interludes or narration jokes in it. Most played off of familiar concepts/magic realism, I was obviously emulating my faves. Not being able to finish college didn't help either as what was the point if not getting a degree in creative writing?
It's not that I don't know how to write/edit, I've certainly done quite a bit of it in my life. I guess I learned things in the opposite order, with the creative stuff first and then the more mechanical side on the job, and now I can't seem to get stuck back around to thinking like the way things were. Maybe I've been spending too much time framing everything in the manner of what I know a story "needs," and a reason I can't make myself write is I'm too busy trying to write in a different voice than my own.