I haven’t read more than a few pages of fiction novels published after 2010. That was the year the world became untenable for me, beginning with my inability to accept the popularity of skinny jeans and yoga pants. I cannot believe that anyone with functioning eyes can put on a pair of leggings, look in the mirror, and genuinely feel good about themselves. C’mon, you deserve better than that. You don’t have to treat yourself like crap just because everyone else is doing it.
As a Millennial, I keep my hopes up that one day we’ll explode on the scene and break all the molds. We’ll tell the publishing world in no uncertain terms that we demand better than 50 Shades of Grey, and crappy literature will vanish along with microwave dinners and Styrofoam cups. We can achieve so much more out of life than what the previous generations handed down to us.
I know what Millennials are capable of. I’ve seen plenty of brilliant short stories and creative ideas posted around the internet, but I have yet to find the officially published full length novels that are of the same quality. Maybe my peers have yet to realize the value of what they have to offer, and never work up the nerve to really throw it out there.
I know I’m not alone. I know you’re there.
Write with unhindered creativity, pour your love of English into every sentence, and do your best to hone your talent. Be artistic. Be real. Be different. Be you. Don’t rewrite Harry Potter and Twilight because they were popular, write the weird and quirky stories that you secretly post on Reddit. Just make them longer. A lot longer.
Self-publishing has become readily accessible to everyone, so you don’t have to follow the old channels of appeasement and rejection anymore — you can reach your readers directly. Don’t be afraid.
Join me, and we can change the literary world.
2 thoughts on “My hope”
Yes to creativity and good literature, but I have to disagree with you on leggings! Obviously they aren’t right for all occasions, but on days when you just want to be comfy and take one step up from pyjamas, they’re just the thing, I reckon.
Butt cracks and cellulite.
I cannot believe that anyone is genuinely comfortable with every single flaw exposed for the whole world to gawk at. I do, however, firmly believe that they try to convince themselves that they feel comfortable, because ‘fitting in’ is far more important than dignity.
It’s also limited thinking to say that it’s either leggings or PJs when one wants to feel comfy. There are a gazillion other types of clothes out there.