Some times in moments of delusional grandeur I imagine myself writing a wonderful novel, or short story or something else that's, if not widely read, at least amusing. Actually "published". However, I think that it's akin to someone feeling that they can make a pretty good omelet on Sunday morning and figuring that the next step is making a 12 course dinner for the Queen of England and 500 of her closest friends. It probably won't turn out very well.
But I do think about it some times. I'd just need to figure out a really good idea. And how to write dialog. And pacing. Grammar. And a few other things that I don't even know are there.
*sigh*
Maybe Christopher Hitchens is right.
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