I always dreamed of being a struggling writer. I'd write and I'd write and I'd know what I was writing was good, and that's what would frustrate me. I just wouldn't be able to catch a break. My wife would eventually lose faith in me and tell me to get a real job and every night I'd worry about bills and my worth to the world as a human being. Curse my luck though! My first book was so good it sold a million copies.
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