Right. Writing is, if nothing else, hard on the adrenal system. Being a writer makes you scream, Where are my fucking glasses? in the same tone most people use when calling 9-1-1. It’s like having a boyfriend whom causes you a gigantic amount of pain except he makes you laugh SO MUCH, him being the second funniest person you know when the two of you are alone together. Well, or ever. But close. Plus, you found out pretty quickly he completed that one fantasy you have about your fill in the blank, whom does ditto, with his ditto again, that shoots you over the top in nothing flat. Hard to give that up.
And the only reason I want to give up being a writer is because it’s easier to give up than being crazy. Logistically.
God. Writing is exhausting. And just kidding about giving writing back. I guess. But only because you all make me laugh.
Note: Yeah, I edited this like 50 times.