I want to write a novel. A romance novel, naturally. But there’s a part of me that feels like an asshole for even thinking I could do so. I mean, what do I know about romance? And who am I to presume I know what people want to read? And, let’s face it, in my current frame of mind it’d probably have a less-than-happy ending. Someone would get hit by a bus. Everybody would hate the book. I’d be a miserable failure. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t be able to take the criticism. Ah, what the hell. Might as well try. I should probably brush up on my grammar.
Chocolate + Whine