/lit/ - Literature

None of my characters have a voice. They do have motivations and flaws, many flaws, but they have no depth beyond that. All my writing is just "wooden coverage" of events, my language is utterly pedestrian and lacking any themes beyond what busybodies might interpret between the lines.
Character x goes to place a. They meet character y. A conversation ensues, during which character y implies and x infers. Violence erupts. Character x then goes to place b to meet character z, the process repeats.
I am a captive of my own inadequacy. I'm a pulp writer. One day I will escape it. Today is not that day. Today I will write more garbage, because I still enjoy the dead end