journal entry

Supposedly, you have become a good writer when your pain actually represents the pain of the entire world and when the masses can cluster around your book/essay/whatever and emit collective groans of, "Ohhhhhhhh, I know exactly how that feels...." while you, the writer, lean back with your foot against your stove ( i.e. your book) and think, "Well, my work here is done." Oh Art, Art and her sister Catharsis.

I don't do Art so much. But I'd still like to write.