one of my greatest victories, to this day, was taking a writing class where they endlessly dunked on āgenre fiction,ā writing a story in their beloved āmagical realismā style, and getting a solid positive response from the professor for it
I just really cynically threw in like āyeah, their parents argue, and sad girls in snow, theyāll eat that shit upā and they 100% did
take that, you pretentious dipshits. I can do your style, but I guarantee you couldnāt do a sick-ass chuuni-dipshit tabletop if your life depended on it
ājust wallow in sadness for a bit, you fuckers love that shitā
the only good thing about that class is that it introduced me to āThe Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction,ā which I really like but have never quite been able to successfully deploy
@embr yeah, the whole thing is online, itās fairly short https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/ursula-k-le-guin-the-carrier-bag-theory-of-fiction