The One & the Dustbin

The One and the Dust bin

I do know one when I see one. No doubt about it.

Anybody can write. Like somebody else. Emulate. Imitate. Or just be a plain wannabe.

When I read them, they could be good or bad. Mostly good. Yet, I feel like it’s not right there – a feeling of not being sure. Something amiss. This includes my writing too. It’s like not knowing you whether you are in love or not. Either you are or you are not. And if you do have doubts, just understand one truth – YOU ARE NOT.

It’s the same with writing. I know it when I see a good one in the real sense – excellent is a term that could be used here if that makes it clear what I mean. It’s the idea and then the writing that shapes the idea for me to understand. I wouldn’t need to read it all; just skim through and I would know. For me, from now on, it’s either good or bad. Anything that instills doubt is going to find an unfavorable label on it. I know life is not black or white, but shades of gray will not find a believer in me. This is for me too. Shades of gray will be confined to the dustbin.
If you are planning to send me a copy and then, if I haven’t answered, you know where to find your copy. If I do call, then you know.

It took me fifteen years to discover that I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.

Robert Benchley

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