About The Salt Mine

Post 1906:

When I read or watch something, I can like it or not. Tons goes into the enjoyment of art. Proclivities, taste, mood, and whether or not the creation is good or entertaining.

This sounds like an argument for art relativity. It’s not. Because there are bad books and stories. When they’re bad, it usually comes down to the creator’s lack of talent or lack of effort.

It’s hard to fault someone with no talent. They could try and try and nothing good would come it. What’s worse, they don’t have the talent to see they have no talent. They can go years without anyone telling them the truth. Actually, I find that people with talent are hated much more than those completely bereft of it. Maybe that’s fair. It’s sort of weird-funny, either way.

Far as finding fault, those that don’t put in the effort are the bad guys. Their fear of wasting time will cause you to waste yours. This is theft and should not be taken likely.

I’ve often joked that some writers should be fined or imprisoned for their lack of effort. It’s really only half a joke, because this making light of the audience’s effort. They had to put down everything else to watch or read a certain thing—the thing needs to make sense and be as good as it possibly could be.

No, not perfect. But right up to the mark. Standards matter, or they don't. The talented have a duty to God and their fellow man to not suck and mail it in. Otherwise, go work in a salt mine.

I’ve never seen a salt mine. It must suck, because that’s where my parents always told me to go when I was wasting time and effort. Anyway, do the hard yards so you don’t end up there. Cheers and see you after.