As for me, all I know is that I know nothing, for when I don't know what justice is, I'll hardly know whether it is a kind of virtue or not, or whether a person who has it is happy or unhappy.On the other hand, "Nobody knows anything," has been attributed to Hollywood screenwriter William Goldman.
Both of these can be considered the source of this post's title.
The scary part is that I'm coming to the realization (finally) that one certain fact is true: no one on this planet has a clue. I don't mean all the crap last week with the Boston Marathon bombing, the ricin letters or the fertilizer plant explosion. In each of those cases, someone knew exactly what he/she was doing and didn't give a flying fuck who got hurt.
I'm referring to the so-called experts in writing. Writers, publishers, agents, editors. None of them know anything. Today, I'm picking on the writers.
I should consider myself fortunate. I've had people who I've considered brilliant help me in my writing career. Or tried to help me.
But the longer I've known these people, the more I realize they are repeating the same mantra: Do as I do and you will be as successful as I.
Unfortunately, the other side of that coin is: If you don't as I do, I will spit my god's wrath all over your face and shun you.
Yes, I could write romantic comedies until the end of time, but that not what I want to write. Yes, I could outline and organize and stick post-its all over my office walls, but I'd rather write by the seat of my pants. Yes, I could send in queries for the next twenty years, but that's not the type of validation I want.
And then reality smacks me in the head with an iron skillet. I do want validation. From my peers.
Except fellow writers don't consider me a peer because I don't follow their proscribed rules. Even the ones who claim they do not have rules HAVE RULES. Theirs just aren't the same as the majority's.
The realization that the writers who have tons more experience than me only understand their little corner of the universe is fucking depressing. It's like the moment you realize your parents aren't gods and they're human. It turns your world upside down.
Some people can't deal with that realization and retreat into old patterns. Some people avoid it and distance themselves from the situation. Some people, not a lot but a few, can gracefully make the transition.
Right now, I'm not sure in which category I'm going to end up.