HUSH!

Hush!

All the trappings.

None of the substance.

I can relate.

The trappings give you comfort.

Writing is lonely.

Even more so when you're a fourth-rate one.  Ouch!

But then again nearly all writers feel like that at some time or another. Don't they? Or am I alone here?

Krasnyhin is certainly a drama queen.

It's easy for Chekhov with his enormous talent to poke fun at him.

I, for one, was cheering him on as I sharpened one of my twelve pencils while my neighbor turned on his lousy stereo -- can't a man get some peace and quiet! Now where was I (tap -- tap -- on the temple)  ah, yes -- there was this . . .