Maybe we all need to be ok with being mediocre at something.
We all can't be geniuses at everything and anything.
Recently, I came across this guy, whom will remain nameless, that was ecstatic that he'd published his own book. Yeah, I've done it. Twice now. And they are, reasonably average at best and at worst, blaring horns of resounding mediocrity. Testaments to my own self-aggrandizement.
And also, labors of love.
So, his labor of love, if it was that, was a terrible read. From the beginning, it was hard to read. It started out with sentence fragments and over-explained situations, taking us stutter-step through the main character's waking moments.
As much as it was hard to read for me, I can only imagine that someone with better skills would find my best work hard to read for them. I can only guess.
Anyway, as delusional as that guy was, I can't be one to deny my own delusions. I suppose I think I'm a better writer than I actually am, with more potential than the law allows. That I'm good at something, without putting my all into it for more than a decade. I haven't suffered enough to be a good writer. To even say I'm a writer, maybe I'm subconsciously hoping that I'll receive some validation that has weight.
It's possible that the delusions persist as a human condition. Just to help us reach our pinnacle, if there is one.
