We live in a saturated world of genre, past, and present. We explore history in our personal lives to explain the present, ignoring the very reality washing over us. We worship literary genres and write about them in the grand effort to connect with them. We ignore the present unless it’s organized and clean in a news-feed cascading down an illuminated square. The world we live in has become complicated due to the evolution of technology outpacing human understanding and psychology. Our attention spans have dwindled down to almost nothing, along with our appetite for anything original. Micro-hipster culture rules the media, with television shows, movies, and books all being connected to stories originally bred in the past. Remakes, reedits, re-releases, and the retelling of classic stories with fresh settings and characters glued to them have become a perpetual spinning solar system of recycled tales. Studies are flowing out of every research university about our short attention spans, a seven-second sad figure for all things noticed in the world.
Still, it’s a great time to be a writer.
Sure, the game has changed; less time to make in impact with an interested audience, genres completely saturated thanks to the effortless self-publishing and eBook revolution, a mixed generation of locked up voices scrambling to be heard on the digital wavelengths, and of course the bored members of academia trying to rewrite genre with no emotional attachment. Instead of having agents who might help us starting out, we’re on our own at conventions and events, selling to complete strangers our products, a nearly impossible task for an introverted writer. If you can get an agent, which I’m currently endeavoring to do because my Greenland Diaries Series is evolving beyond my control, then do it. We work better as a community than as singular beads of energy bouncing off of a nucleus. You might have to earn your stripes, and it’s hard.
I love it though.
In my opinion, us writers have been introverts for too long. Our voices are evolving, and instead of fighting these waves of change, I suggest riding it like the Starship Enterprise away from a lifeless black hole. Keep your chin up. Look for how your emotions translate to the modern world and the new audience. Don’t think for a second that the world isn’t changing. My passion for writing rules me. If I were to let it, the fire has the ability to ruin my personal life. It has in the past. Don’t waste time trying to match up your writing to the past. That has never been the baseline for success. Find something that resonates with you as a person.
You’re worth it.