The next person to say “Oh, are you going to be just writing,” like it was taking a fucking nap, or making some toast is getting a typewriter to the face. I have a typewriter. It’s large, red and metal. It’ll hurt, too, you fucks.

I swear, I am not normally sensitive but twice already today and a general feeling from a bunch of my friends that this whole writing thing is a fucking lark, it’s play time, it isn’t serious. It isn’t like I work a full time job and then come home and work who knows how many hours almost every single motherfucking night. No, of course not.

Naw, it’s all a game. Like Bingo. Go Fish. Yahtzee. It’s a hobby, y’all. Like some of you build model trains or play a videogame, I write. You know, it’s a phase. Yeah.

Typewriter. To the face.