Silly Compromises

Hemingway, in his critique of Tender is the Night, once told Fitzgerald that he musn't make any silly compromises in his writing. That he must write and write truly no matter who or what it hurts. It is very comforting to me that all truly great writers struggled with words. That the brilliance that penned The Great Gatsby and For Whom the Bell Tolls was the same brilliance that was superfluous with words and needed reassurance.
I, personally, don't care for writing that doesn't seem human. I have no interest in authors who pretend everything's fine. Who write like they're merely drinking a cup of tea on a cold winter morning. They simply bore me. I don't care for poignant metaphors. Those who merely use big words make me want to roll my eyes so far back I can see the membrane of my brain. Point is, I like rawness. I respect honesty. As simple as that sounds, the only work worth doing is the honest work. Everything else keeps you restless.