FangBunny and I are talking writing on FB, as per usual.
I'm currently discussing my crushing insecurity and totally overblown defensiveness when it comes to my own writing.
Me: Like, in my head, I'm somewhere between Vonnegut and Joseph Heller, but on paper, I can't even manage drunk Jimmy Buffett on a bad day.
Although the more I think about it, the more I think that's an insult to Buffett. Love him or hate him, the man can write amusing and ridiculous novels. Where Is Joe Merchant? is a big favorite.
*Sigh*
By contrast, the last thing *I* wrote was a poem with a "Uranus" joke in it.
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