Really the only assurance I have that I’m a “real writer” is my constant, crippling self-doubt when I go to send a resume for a job that involves a lot of writing, and my brain is all, “Your writing is only good enough for silly Internet dick jokes, and for making real-life Facebook friends chuckle with posts about cake or the indignities of Mondays. No one is going to PAY you to write.”
Suck it, gremlins. We’re applying.
“You’re a hack!”
SHUT UP. Your mom’s a hack!
Smug Singleton 