You know what I hate? When I’m sitting in a coffee shop staring at something I’m writing wondering how I’m going to get a character out of a situation somehow, in a way that isn’t stupid or lame or boring, and behind that question is the haunting thought that I’m not really a writer at all, that I’m this total fraud, and man, what am I going to do and good god fifteen minutes have passed and I still haven’t got a decent idea going here and perhaps I’ll have another cup of coffee before pulling out a pencil and stabbing myself in MY FUCKING EYE.
And next to me, at the table over, is this… bubbly… pierced… THING, with her shiny new white MacBook, telling her friend how she just LOVES to write, how it just… you know, COMES OUT, and some days she can’t even stop, she just sits and writes and writes and writes, you know? I mean, it’s just SO MUCH FUN to sit here and write in this place and the soy lattes are GREAT and OHMYGOD I JUST HAD this GREAT idea, I gotta write it RIGHT NOW K BYE!!!!
…God I hate that girl.