Sometimes I think I’m too easily entertained. That I’m too open and accepting in what pleases me.
As an example, I can read pretty much any book, watch any movie or television show and I’ll be entertained. Doesn’t matter if its critically acclaimed and award winning or sci-fi channel schlock, if the topic at least interests me, I’ll be entertained.
In other words, I have trouble distinguishing good from bad from great. I can enjoy it all equally in some regard.
Which worries me no end when it comes to my own writing and the hopes of having even a modicum of success.
If I can’t distinguish good from bad in other works how can I then distinguish good from bad in my own work?
It’s like not having a sense if taste and being unable to tell the difference between McDonald’s fare and that of a 4 star restaurant.
That person certainly couldn’t make it as a restaurant critic, therefore how can I ever hope to make it as a writer?
It’s a conundrum and one I’ve been faced with all my life. All I can do is keep on keeping on, and keep submitting in a scattergun approach — sending out everything I write in the hopes That at least something will hit its mark.
There. Got that morose thought off my chest. Back to writing!