This is my debut post for Insecure Writer’s Support Group Day and the question is, “What’s the best thing someone has ever said about your writing?”
And just so we are clear before we get started, this blog hop requires the cooperation of technology, requiring me to upload a picture, add a link, AND put the blog hop thingy in. I am not responsible for any “technical glitches” because we all know that HAL jr. is still trying to kill me in my sleep.
The best thing someone has ever said about my writing is an interesting question. My work writing, which has paid the bills for many years, is completely different from my non-work writing. Not that many people have seen my non-work writing. And those who have may be disinclined to say bad things about it. Possibly because they think I might kill them and hide their bodies. Which is a complete over-reaction.
But comment-wise, not once, not twice, but multiple times, my non-work writing has been described as “sardonic”. The helpful folks at dictionary.com inform that sardonic is an adjective, meaning “characterized by bitter or scornful derision; mocking; cynical; sneering.”
Hmmm. Some might say that sardonic is an adjective that describes moi (practicing my French again). May I suggest that bitter derision is just a by-product from dealing with REAL LIFE, people. And cynical is what I do for a living.
For my fiction, I do draw my characters and settings from real life (even the fantasy stuff) and no matter how much I try to do light and fluffy, I always end up embracing the dark side. Stephen King said, “We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.” I would argue that we don’t have to make up the horrors. Sometimes the way we cope with the real horrors is to write about them. And perhaps mocking and sneering at them is the only way we overcome, or at least contain them. I do not judge.
So, is this the “best” thing ever said about my writing? I don’t know. But it is an honest assessment, and I can handle the truth.
And this lovely 2013 Black Slate Porrera is helping with those horrors, too. (relax, I wrote this last night – I am not drinking at 7:00 a.m.)