I Already Knew That

Why You Shouldn't Become A Writer.

But here’s the question you should be asking yourself: Can I write? Not literally. Not physically. Not technically. Anyone can do that. Can you make the words sing? Does your prose have that certain something? Are you gifted at showing not telling, or telling not showing, or creating an entire world that didn’t exist before that is born again when someone else reads your work?

I accept that I am limited in this regard. So be it.
Though, I am working on a chronicle of everything bad I have ever done,  without any pretense that it will be readable, worth reading or ever read.