No one really writes any more either its too bland from fear of mockery or too wordy to show off their intellectual dick size. At least thats what I thought going through years of creative writing classes. I still hate anyone who shows of things half-assed or toiled over and try to nullify critiques by saying, “I wrote it in like ten minutes”.

“I really like this, I can see you worked on this”

“Really? I wrote it in like ten minutes”

“But the other piece you brought in could use some editing”

“Well, I wrote it in like ten minutes”

Every person I met in these classes wanted to be famous. They wanted to be tortured and they wanted to be better than everyone else. I did the same stuff and I’m glad I did. Being a fake and hating myself for it may have stopped me for a while but it changed me for the better.

No one will ever see anything I write in ten-fucking-minutes anymore.

I’m a writer. I’m not an inspired wordsmith pulling greatness from the heavens so the common people may see just a glimpse of what I can.

I don’t pretend anymore that my art just happens. This is work and I’m proud of it.