What happened to quality?

It seems like more and more things are being done without quality. See the gulf. See the iPhone4 antenna (a notable exception to an otherwise great record). See every major production corporation that’s more interested in getting out units than making sure they work right. Toys that are still, in this day and age, being recalled due to toxic paints (isn’t this a 40 year old issue at this point?) I still see men leave the bathroom without washing their hands, even though it’s obvious that it shouldn’t be done. Quality of living issue, there.

And the world gets faster, and faster. The next things comes, and then the next, and we push for something new, something better, something faster. More people, more hands, more mouths. And quality drops.

Music? Haven’t listened to anything on the top40 in ages. Millions of others do. Books? Haven’t read any of the bestsellers, though I have heard some are good. TV? Stopped watching almost all American TV years ago, and have watched a lot of Anime from Japan, until recently.

What I’m currently reading: Books written over 30 years ago. They are spectacular.
What I’m currently watching: Anime before the days of CGI. The stories are fun and original. I’ve dropped multiple current series that were far too generic or simply terrible.
What I’m listening to: Pandora internet radio. The Beetles, J. Cash, The Decemberists (if you don’t know who they are, look them up, NOW!), tons of irish rock, etc. Most of which is over 10 years old, at the least.
What I write: Stories placed somewhere other than the modern world. Past or Future places. Not a bit of what’s going on today, because today it seems like the artificial world has crept over everything in existence.
What I work at: Striving to do my best in both writing and my day-job, giving quality.

Why I self-publish, reason # 55,003: I can decide exactly what form of quality I want to use. I can write it well either way, but I can decide if I want to write a fun and fast story, or a deep and thoughtful one. I get to publish both and not worry about numbers. I get to influence the end-quality, the exact way words appear and their context.

One of the reasons why I decided to start writing seriously was because none of what was available to me that had been created recently appealed to me. My favorite works are all over twice my age!

I see hope for the future in other self-publishers who want to create something up to their standards of quality, and will create something of value. Not of monetary value (although it would be nice to make a real living at it, see a prior post), but of intangible worth.

I fault no one for liking what they like. I like stuff void of quality at times as well. I enjoy mindless games or shows without a point at times. But when there is so much of it, and it is the things forced upon us by the powers that be, a little rebellion is in order.

528 words I could have used in a novel.

About James Ashman

I write books of the fantasy, heroic, and adventure types. So far. I'm an author who loves fantastic stories.
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