writing iii

Damnit! Damnit! Damn it all!

I wanted to be the prodigy! I wanted to be the person whose books were read because he was young and precocious, because he had an amazing story. Now I am young and bitchy, and my story is only moderately amazing. I wanted to be read because I was the brilliant wunderkind, but I messed around and now I am only the fairly intelligent Generation X-er. I wanted to be read for many, many amazing things about me, about my circumstance. Now I grow up a little and realize that I must settle for being read because I am good.