Envy, or what it’s like to feel stupid every day of your writing life.
At the moment I’m reading a lot of short stories. There are days when I’d sell my … my what? soul? kids? ten years of my life? … my whatever to be able to write one page – no, one sentence – as well as Colm Toibin or Charles Baxter or Jim Shepard or …
It’s not going to happen.
Filed under: authors, short stories, writing Tagged: | envy, excellence, middle age, talent
