I just read a few pieces of short fiction written by a friend of a friend. I don’t know this kid. Yes, I’m creepy and I stalk people sometimes. So do you. Stalking people you don’t know is one of the most glorious and twisted gifts of our high-speed digital age.
My penance for this, of course, is that my insides now burn with jealousy and awe at the way he put the words together.
I wish I could be someone who writes fiction.
It is New Year’s Eve. My New Year’s Resolution for 2011? I’m going to be more honest and less of a spineless pushover.
And if that doesn’t work out, I’ll write fictional stories about how I’ve become more honest and less of a spineless pushover.