How do you guys cope with the knowledge that you don't even have an iota of the talent or dedication to make a great piece of art.
I never got this feeling with music or film, but something about literature gives me this great anxiety. Fuck you guys.
Speaking of Franzen, what do you all think about his newest work?
Regarding the OP, I don't really mind it. I never thought I'd write great prose or poetry, although of course I would like to. But when I read the poetry of actual great men, I just know I probably won't ever reach that level, and instead enjoy their work for its merit.
>something about literature gives me this great anxiety
It's the fact that any literate person who owns a pen could technically do it, unlike music (which needs years of training) or film (which needs specialist equipment and training, and isn't usually done solo).
It's just time I don't have. I work full-time and my only other options seem to be getting an MA in creative writing, or working part-time shit money jobs. The former doesn't appeal to me at all, and the latter seems retarded at a time when publishing is dying and royalties etc are just non-existent.