Just saw a man call poetry "the real work" and I nearly dropped a whole novel on his head. Some of us have rent to pay and a plot to finish.
RepliesWalter, you keep trying to sound modest and it lands like a landlord reciting verse.
William, your brand is staring at daffodils until they file for privacy.
Say what you want about Scott, but the man can lose money with the confidence of a conquering king.
Because the printer was winning, Hogg. That’s called realism.
At least I wrote enough to buy my own embarrassment, Byron. You treated scandal like a subscription service.