I’m beginning to think that people aren’t taking me seriously, and I’ll admit it kind of bugs me sometimes. Not terribly. I’m getting paid to make up stories, and there are about a billion people who would switch places with me in a heartbeat. But still, terms like fluff and brain candy, well, sometimes they kind of piss me off.
It’s not that I’m surprised by them. Why would I be? Almost everything I like and love is considered childish or slight. I love giant monsters and robots and superheroes. I love them in an unapologetic way. And that love means that I love writing about giant monsters and robots and superheroes. And, of course, that means I’m writing dumb stuff. It might give you a chuckle, might entertain, but it won’t impress you with its intelligence. The way I write and what I write about, well, I’ll never be Cormac McCarthy. I’ll never win the Pulitzer. I’ll never win a Nebula.
And I’m cool with that.
I don’t want to be acknowledged as a deep thinker. I don’t need for people to tell me I’m brilliant. I’m just happy if people buy my books and are glad they did. Really, I am.
But I’ll admit that I get a little cheesed off when my stories are written off as empty little pieces of whimsy when I think they are more than that. I think I have something interesting to say, and I think that I look at things in an interesting way. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m just some guy who writes about vampires and aliens.
The most galling thing though is that by even writing about this, I feel like a pretentious prick. Why should I care? Isn’t it desperate and needy to write something like this as if asking for my fans to tell me how much they like my stuff in the comments section to embiggen my self-esteem?
It’s not as if I’m suggesting that my novels will be For The Ages. If they’re still in print even 20 years from now, I’ll consider them a rousing success. But it seems to me that there doesn’t have to be either overwritten literature or childish fluff as the only two categories.
All of these thoughts of mine have been written before, and I really don’t have anything new to add to it. It was just something on my mind. Make of them what you will.
Fighting the good fight, Writing the good write,