A glimpse into the dark corridors of an author's mind
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Another drunken post at 1 a.m.
One of my buddies recently took up guitar after having put it down for years. He was talking about the marvel of Jimi Hendrix, and the difficulty of trying to recreate his chords. Writers don't have the luxury of recreating one of the master's works. i guess fanfic is a form of that, but not really. At this point, I'm so far out in the weeds, that I have no fucking clue if my words resemble someone else. They don't need to.
Rock on. Don't worry about what others have done. Play your own tune.