Surely it can't be true. I'm not a writer. I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing. Writers don't drop out of community college, twice. Writers don't have four year long cases of writers block. Writers don't accumulate years upon years worth of work, only to throw it all out because they think it sucks. Do they?
Writers actually have, you know, talent. They read voraciously. They share their work with others. They live interesting and fascinating lives. They surround themselves with intellectuals and hold deep philosophical conversations. They have proper grammar.
I can't be a writer. I've abused and neglected the craft for far too long to even dare to label myself as such. I'm just a wordist. At least, for now.
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