writing ii

I cannot resist. I go to a site on Christopher Paolini. He wrote a fantasy novel, and this is nothing terribly special. But he began it when he was fifteen. His family believed in it. They self published it putting the family business behind it. It got picked up by a major company. Now the book is very popular making handfuls of money. He is working on the sequel and going to hella booksignings.

I believe the boy is twenty.

I am neither so generous nor so philosophical that this does not irk me a little, make me a trifle jealous, make me feel a little old.

Even though I am only twenty-six.

There will always be someone younger, smarter, er-er. That is why you must grit your teeth, fuck it all, and settle to being yourself.