... You know, I love this for reminding me once again that I am definitely NOT a writer. I sometimes mistake myself for one, because a. I write b. I hang out with writers but in truth, I have neither the desire nor the jealousy nor the dedication nor the thirst nor anything that is required. (Nor, in fact, the courage to ever be in a situation where I'm just making a dollar.) But I love you lot a whole lot (and ALL my internal definitions of "writer" apply to you, btw, except perhaps the trite and outdated "has had books published" definition that I pay no heed to whatsoever).
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a. I write
b. I hang out with writers
but in truth, I have neither the desire nor the jealousy nor the dedication nor the thirst nor anything that is required. (Nor, in fact, the courage to ever be in a situation where I'm just making a dollar.) But I love you lot a whole lot (and ALL my internal definitions of "writer" apply to you, btw, except perhaps the trite and outdated "has had books published" definition that I pay no heed to whatsoever).