Today I discovered something important thanks to my friend, Mark Romero. What I've learned is that some of the things I write have deeper meanings... meanings that I didn't consciously have in mind while I was putting the idea together.
I didn't agree. Initially.
I read the story in question (The Machine People) and I saw what he was talking about. I generally try to "write" to a degree that isn't making assumptions about the reader's beliefs or preconceptions about the subject matter. Basically, I don't want a target audience. In my mind, I do that every time. I go so far as not naming the main character in some stories, just so the reader will (hopefully) become the character for the duration of the story. I'll even (sometimes) leave out gender identifying pronouns for the same reason.
In reality I am under the constant influence of conversations, movies, TV shows, books, the news, street signs, restaurant menu's, and, well, everything. With this much outside influence, it becomes impossible to deliver my ideas in a way that allows the reader's beliefs and preconceptions to direct how they interpret the material.
So, do I admit Mark was right? Heck no. I will admit that I haven't achieved what I thought I had.
I like to think I learn something every day, especially from my friends. I don't, but I like to think that. It makes me think I'm deep and observant enough to glean something useful each day.
Today, however, I did learn something. I learned that you cannot just assume that you have accomplished something simply because you think you're being clever.
So, Mark, thanks. Thanks for ruining my entire body of progress.