College ruined bad writing for me. I used to love reading really poorly written works. Or at least I could ignore the shit writing for a well-contrived plot. But now? Nothing. Now, I feel the compulsion to read or at least correct. To drag my bright-blue pen across the misspelled, misplaced words and write editors notes. My professors embed these mistakes-to-notice in our own writing, but then I see them everywhere else too.
Excited from the adrenaline of finding an unheard story, I used to love reading raw material on FanFiction and other fiction databases. I could just pass over the awkward phrases and misplaced modifiers. The work inherently functioned as on-the-fly-writing, not meticulously edited material.
Now, I spend far more time searching for the entrancing stories, with the correct spelling, rather than just diving face first into a pile of dazzling mush. Or maybe I desire the writers, conscious that even though they threw on pants this morning, the remembered not to wear them backwards.
At least, with my professors’ guidelines echoing in my mind, I might remember to clean up my own work. Hopefully.