When a writer starts something new, it is customary to write a sort of baptism of fire, based on a self-critique inherent to writing itself. Why am I doing this? What good can it possibly serve? Once more unto the breach... and for what? Any writer worth their salt is fully aware of the futility of the exercise, they go into it with their eyes open.
Fortunately, I am not a writer.
Fortunately, I am not a writer.
