The Wrenching Truth About Wannabe Writers
I was a wannabe novelist for about seven billion years before I sold my first novel. Because of that, wannabes occupy a soft spot in my lizardy little heart. But I can do only so much for a wannabe who doesn’t wanna work.
While reading a novel one slow Saturday afternoon, the phone rang. It turned out to be a wannabe from my critique group whom I’ll protect with the pseudonym “Joe.” He’s the kind of guy who puts the “fun” in “dysfunctional.”