Hideous. Horrible. Trash. What are you even doing?

Throw it all away. Everything. Just throw it all away.

Wow, another short story.

Wow, another poem.

Is cliche written on your birth certificate?

Oh, what?

You don't write poetry? Or short stories?

What in the world is prose?

Screenplays.

But, I thought you said you were a writer, not a filmmaker?

What are you gonna do if it doesn't work out?

Because you know, there's only a small chance that you'll actually make it.

Like, an extremely small chance.

Hope you have a backup plan.

This is the one that everyone loves:

Don't quit your day job!

Well, the joke's on you because I'm unemployed!

You take a moment, and pause before answering.

You imagine in your mind, delivering a full-force roundhouse kick to the pompous critic's temple.

You only imagine because jail is not your thing. None of your friends will bail you out because they're broke.

How many journals do you have? Do you ever go back and read them,just to see how far you've come?

Progression. Growth. That happens to writers, too.

Sometimes, you have to constantly remind yourself of your ability and...

...why.

I'm a bad writer. No one will ever read what I write. Somebody's written this before and they'll say I was copying. Somebody's going to hate this. Somebody's going to love this. Somebody's not going to care at all.

It may be bland.

It may be trite.

It's most definitely been said before.

But so?

You still need to write it down. You don't have to show it to anyone.

You don't even have to read it again, but there's an honest importance about putting it on paper.

You can and you will.

You can and you will.

We would starve to death if we didn't.

And the art will die if we don't.