Just because you know nothing doesn't mean you do

I have sometimes wondered about voice. Or story. Or something.

The something that means my voice is worth hearing.
The story that warrants treating my blather as of value.

It cannot be simply that it comes from me.
And it can be improved in classification by working on skill of delivery.

But it's not purely about skill.
And excellence will not hide everything.

They say to write what you know - but what do you write if you know nothing?
Or if you think what little you DO know isn't coherent.

Recently I came across a minor point of clarity here.

It is not about the objective evidence that my perspective is sufficiently WHATEVER to be enough.
Rather, it's about the unique, subjective take. The rest is filtered through the bias and perception of the reader/viewer.

By way of example:
Everyone goes to the dentist. But my experience will be unique - maybe my hygiene is on-point, i've been obsessively meticulous and it's the fastest possible visit it could be.
Maybe, as I head toward the dentist, clouds gather and mourn the time that will be lost due to the horrors that are my bicuspids. Perhaps, in spite of perfect dental care, I have worrisome foods I eat, holes the size of Texas, and a kind of apathy toward the possibility of genuine dental hygiene. Why, then, there will be far more adjectives involved.
The first lacks humility. And probably intimacy.
The second is more colorful.

So I take this alternative - and spin it in story form.

Maybe Alice doesn't live here any more. Maybe the white rabbit got a tan. Maybe the one ring was melted down to a pair of earrings and Sherlock Holmes is using it to time travel and arm wrestle Martians.

Perhaps creativity and a personal touch isn't a waste of time.

Certainly beats reality.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Chapter 01 part ii

Chapter 01 part iii

Chapter 01 part i