While attending a Christmas party held by our writers group, a woman asked what I write. After telling her I write poetry, she talked for an hour about how poetry is good for helping improve your fiction, but is otherwise a waste of time. She once wrote a poem in fifteen minutes that was published by a vanity publisher who gave her a few awards, so obviously anyone could be an award winning poet if they wanted. She insisted that all of the real money, talent and success is in genre fiction.
Some write for money. Others for fame or attention. While I have no problem with those motives, I personally just favor art created out of passion for the expression itself.
Listening to this person indirectly insult poets and our craft inspired me to write “Handwritten.”
*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Hindsight.”