It had to happen some day, that was inevitable. It could have been some time from now, didn't imagine it'd be so quick. Merely months after I started writing. Barely half a million words. Is that all there is in the empty bucket behind my eyes? Hmm
There's still hackjobs. Take an existing pattern, steal a good piece and crib it twist it mold it to fit my needs. Salt and pepper and lots of Sichuan pepper to make it my own. Ferment it to make it funky, dry it to powder it and sell it as an ointment. It'd be indistinguishable from the original work! That'd be quite unsatisfying though. Where's the fun in doing something readable and proven when I can unload the uninspired boring untested thoughts on the innocent passerby?
Unless. The point of this is to fail. I can most definitely fail with hackjobs I've got that in me yessir. A third rate boriwitz if that's possible, a discount Sedaris, a poor man's Rushdie or Fey. Befuddle the uninitiated, bore the learned, annoy the educated. Why not. If one's to fail, might as well fail with a bang.
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