Crapping Out A Masterpiece, Part II

...Now some may think this trend depressing, there’s this idea our creators’ minds understand things on some deep level when they happen to craft the sublime. But I, as one more wayward writer, find the crapped-masterpiece comforting, since years of work have taught me one truth: No one knows where folks take a-liking. I have crafted meaningful pieces that employ every skill in the art, just to see them completely ignored, barely read, much less taken to heart. And I have dashed off silly sonnets that I thought up sitting on the can, only to see the views pouring in… it’s a thing no writer understands. But on the flip side, we come to see that the chance always remains out there, all we have to do is keep writing, and not give in to our own despair. If we cannot know what makes things great, if it’s a whim of the universe, then eventually something we write will, by chance, become immortal words. They’ll ‘read it deep,’ or see ‘the subtext,’ academics will drape it in praise; Why it’s genius? The hell if I know, but it’s fun when people call you great! A work that will stand the test of time… Self-created unbeknownst to me, sooner or later something sounds smart, and I’ll have crapped out a masterpiece. …Jus let me know when it happens, okay? It takes time to rent a tux.