Writer = Outsider = Me
I came to the conclusion that I’m an outsider. As a writer of fiction, that is. No, you are not, please shut up. I’m trying to eat. Yes, I am. I don’t belong anywhere. Here we go again. You belong here. Just open a blog and publish your stories there! You don’t get it, do you? I want to write, but I also want to be read. It is like painting for nobody to see, or playing music for nobody to hear. If you don’t see something it does not exist. What I write does not exist. Publish your stories on a blog!