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How and when does one’s peers recognize a fellow writer with respect and curtesy and except one's writing style as the same as or equal to the same style as they would expect of one of their own?
After seven titles written exclusively by me and edited by another with prior experiance in the field, my work and style of writing is still criticized as being illegitimate by most people in this forum. Is it just me, or do I recognize a pattern of illegitimacy and deceit amongst my colleagues?
It all seemed to start as a fledgling writer who had a hard time spelling, didn’t quite understand how conversations between characters were supposed to be carried out, and how to figure out who one idea might flow more smoothly with another.
I learned most of this from Lomas. But, you guys haven’t been easy on me and I’m beginning to wonder where to draw the line in the sand. I mean when does a fledgling become all grown up? Or, does it mean that leaving the nest is more like being pushed out of the tree and onto into the fall leaves for predators to devour?
I would like to have what others may call friends. I’m sure you can come up with some reason why I’m not worthy of your respect but after seven titles of what you consider to be garbage I still believe that my writing style has evolved into something legible. Tangible even. You can put your hands on my work and read what I’ve written in a manner in which could be considered gratifying for both me and the reader.
I guess all I’m looking for is not to be the ugly duckling of the writing community. Sometimes I feel as though the stigma of having a mental illness should come as a breakthrough for other people who have a mental illness or a handicap of any sort and recognize my ambition, and drive as something to strive for. Instead, people become more and more stigmatized after watching what I have to go through.
Jean Pierre Houdin was my friend until I had a singular thought of my own. Whereas I was ostracized for what he said was stealing his work. He has no wright to who and what the construction of The Great Pyramid could or could not be. Does he think that he is the first to consider how the structures were accomplished? NO! Not even close. So who is he to tell me what I can and can’t write. It’s his prerogative to withdraw from our friendship but not based on the fact that as a colleague I came up with an original Idea?