No More Legs to Break

It's official.

I have zero writing skills.

I don't know when my journey from bad to atrocious peaked but now I feel like a blubbering fanboy. No coherent idea is forming. And trying to be funny and witty? Heh! I'm as funny as a dog endlessly chasing his tail in front of a flock of swans swimming in a lake. So out of place.

As for subject content, I have oodles. But trying to piece them together in a coherent and interesting way is really a head smasher. Take for example my "Could This Be A Movie" post. Man, could that be any worse?

I got to keep practicing though. But who am I kidding? I feel like Charlie Brown in the baseball stands wearing a baseball glove silently wishing to catch a ball so that the manager would notice him and immediately sign him up.

See?

That Charlie Brown sentence was so long that if you walked it from where you are, you'd end up in China.

And besides, why do I write? It's not as if, someone would contact me and immediately hire me as a writer without asking for credentials. Oh, wait, that already happened... Scratch that.

Anyway, I'll keep on writing. Why? Because I remember Stephen King's advice; If you want to be a writer, all you got to do is write. He didn't tell me that personally nor did he say that as is. But it's in the ballpark.

I still got my gloves on, you know.