A kind friend asked: How's the writing going?

I replied:

Bah. Humbug. Argh. Hack. Spit. Phooey. Blech.

I think it's nice to have friends who are supportive and stuff but it really would have been kinder in the long run to introduce me to the concept, years ago, that I was a talentless hack who was allowed to post to the internet only through the grace of democracy and because so few people knew where I live.

I mean, I knew I wasn't a genius. The complete lack of feedback convinced me of that, but I didn't know I was this bad.

Oh. My. God.

I'm ONE OF THEM!

I mean, I always wonder, don't "they" know they suck? Can't they tell no one likes their stuff since no one sends feedback? How can "they" not know?

I just figured out how "they" can not know...I mean, I didn't know. Your brain just refuses to let the bad news sink in.

I am so embarrassed.