/lit/ - Literature

Tired of it all. Of critique, of critiquing, of being critiqued. Editors, especially. Fuck 'em. Tired of writing, most of all. I have bad circulation, you know. Varicose veins. Because of all the time I spent at a desk. I thought I was doing something good. Meaningful. Important. Get published, I thought, get published and it'll all be worth it. Get some big awards with big prizes. Well, I'll tell you something: pancakes you buy with book money tastes the same as pancakes you buy with ditch digging money. I've made three mistakes in my life, and the only one I regret is deciding to get paid for writing. Not worth the varicose veins.