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It's pretty obvious that I like to write; if I didn't, you would be reading something else because I wouldn't have anything for you. (if you wanna take a minute to think about how you wouldn't know that I didn't write because you just never would have experienced it, and then let your mind wander down that road, I don't blame you - that's what I'm doing.)

But whenever I tell people that I like to write, they invariably ask what I mean, what I want to write, and it always leads to the same thing. It's foolproof, someone will always say "write a book."

Maybe I'm just a bundle of hate, but that always sort of bothers me. Perhaps it's because I've thought about writing books and partially realized just how much goes into it. Or maybe it's because I don't say things to engineers like "Hey, build me something."
The point is that, in order to write a book, you have to somehow come up with over 100,000 words based on one coherent storyline. You need characters that are relatable, believable (in a way, at least, as Harry Potter's wizardry isn't realistic, but his character traits are), and either likable or intriguingly dislikable. You need people to check over your work and tell you how bad it is, people to tell you how great it is, people to tell you that you should throw it all out, and people to tell you that you can't write to save your life (if anyone from WG is reading this, Mrs. Dingman, 8th grade english, told me I could never be a writer). Also, you need people to make the production of the book happen, long after it has been written. And of course, before they'd be willing to publish a book, you need their people to tell you how bad it is, what needs to be fixed, and what needs to stay.
In addition to all of the background BS (the production/publishing), you need to somehow maintain the faith that your idea is really, truly good.

So yeah, I'll try writing a book, why the hell not? It may not be anything you're interested in, but it doesn't matter, because if I want it published, I'll have to edit it until you love it. Ironic, no?
I've been told that you're supposed to write to form; stock story-lines and styles for various demographics, and if you don't do this, you're extremely unlikely to get those ideas sold. Pretty sad. I may write more about that later.

This post feels angst-ridden. I'd like to lighten things up...so here's a fun fact: I have a twitter handle (twitter.com/kevinPnye) but I decided it'd be much funnier to reserve the rights to TheRealKevinNye, since, you know famous people do that.
The twist is that since I've already had the one account, I had to register "The Real Kevin Nye" under my dad's email address.
What a loser!

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