You talk about writing a lot. Do you actually write as much as you talk about it? Ugh. Really? Am I awful and pretentious? Awful, yes.  Not pretentious. Fucker.  Heh.  It’s not like I am writing the Great American Anything.  No? No. It’s more like the Minor American Exercise In Mental Masturbation.  It can’t be … Continue reading An imaginary conversation about my writing