I ask the uber driver how he likes marshmallows.
And he says he doesn’t. Apparently, gollylanders hate marshmallows.
They dread the winter.
I say I’m surprised more people here don’t like marshmallows. I say, “I’ve only met one person who liked marshmallows.”
And the driver says, “I have not met that person.”
real life doesn’t have to make sense.
I know I’m a better writer than 100% of writers out there.
My self-hate stems from the fact I can still be better.
As per my over-analytical ways, I’ve lost all comprehension of what it means to be a horrible writer.
How do you define a bad writer?
And who is the worse writer?
Someone who writes badly or someone who nobody reads?
Perhaps a bad writer is someone who writes badly and nobody reads… and isn’t before their time.