The texts were to warn that Kenneth was back, and as I was trying to make my son laugh, I was mulling over, "Who the hell is Kenneth?"
That's when it occurred to me that real writers aren't getting attacked by their friends, family and fans. Just their critics. Random strangers who judge them with no actual relationship to color the judgement.
I have a critic. Therefore, I am a real writer.
Hello lemon, you have become lemonade.
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