Okay, it means you probably are.
I know I am, and it hurts to admit it.
I’m reaching a point in my writing life where I look like the pathetic junior varsity kid who is still delusional that he thinks he can play varsity despite ALL evidence to the contrary.
Eventually, he’ll get his bat blown out of his hands by a superior fastball, but ultimately he must come to the conclusion on his own that maybe this isn’t for him.
But until then, we go after it because there’s a hunger and an itch, no matter how average we are.
