I read a blog recently, where a writer is bragging about reading «the rulebook on storytelling» as her reason for getting published, for being accepted by an established publisher.
People like her are actually proud of being good at repeating the dull and average and mundane.
Of course she was accepted. She used the template for what every established publisher consider acceptable storytelling.
Not a very great and admirable feat, if you ask me.
I would have asked her what the point was about it all, if I had bothered, why she didn’t become an accountant or something similar. It would be just as well, since she became a copyist instead of a writer.
I would have rather written something original and refreshingly different myself, and taken the hard road and approach to writing and publishing. If I can’t do that I see no point in living out my creative urges.
This is how it should be done.