On writing...

It just struck me, for all it's worth, that development of one's ability to write is analogous to development of sexual prowess. Early attempts at writing usually involve a lot of sweating and grunting in bad light and little knowledge of what needs to be done. At the end, no one really wants to talk about the experience, and just leave the situation with a vague sense of dissatisfaction. Most go through life not developing additional skill, while some rise to greatness. Still others languish with little skill, yet, for whatever reason, develop a following of fans. Lack of elegance can bring income, as the baudy brings audiences that line up for the latest edition of the product, and many excellent authors go unpublished.

What does all that say about our society? I, for one, am scared.