A motive is shorthand for something we explain away.
I told a colleague, who is also into Pallbearer, how much I was enjoying their first album. He agreed, adding how much he loved their third, even though most people consider their second to be the best. I understand what he means–Foundations of Burden, their second, is amazing. But I could not imagine it without the first. Perhaps, in some small way, I’m starting to see beyond the need for ranking things, at least in the sense of pitting them against each other.
As I was editing my work I realized if your writing feels pretentious it, by definition, is.
It’s fascinating how one can love artists without loving those who influence them (i.e. loving those whom they themselves love). Individuality and continuity may require each other, but the latter, in and of itself, isn’t enough.
To be believed it is more important to understand how your audience understands truth than whether or not you are speaking it. Of course, liars and thieves rely on this. But sadly, all too often, those who would do good fail to even understand it.
Ask the questions that are interesting to you. Something profoundly sad happens when we, instead, worry about what questions others would ask. Let communication find its root in you, then grow toward others who are able to hear the questions you ask–for they are asking them as well.
We desperately want people to hear and understand our narrative, but the vast majority never will. Nevertheless–or perhaps, therefore–we write.