Outstanding story and insights. True writers are boring bastards now cos we have to sit at our chafing stations making posts all day. Medium used to be a good way to build an audience but now that’s just become impossible. What are we to do but die alone eating peanut m&ms while making a memes about Margaret Thatcher? Or get a job cleaning strangers pubes off toilet seats? Or write an epic trilogy about a werewolf barman called Terry who saves an disabled trans mermaid from drowning?
I’m just about ready to die over here (symbolically speaking, of course)