What Pisses Me Off About Dug

What pisses me off about Dug is that he can spontaneously belt out a rough draft of a piece of fiction he's only halfassedly committed to, and it's better than most of the stuff you can pull off the shelf at the bookstore. Whereas, I've always wanted to write and I struggle and struggle and struggle and write and rewrite and after five drafts my drivel is just utter crap compared to Dug's first draft note-writing. The words just fall out of his brain, perfectly composed, seemingly without effort, ready to be published.

Well, "ready to be published" except that he never, ever finishes anything, despite his undying passion to become an author. He passes a computer screen, projectile-vomits brilliance onto it and moves on, completely unaware that he's done something incredible. (Whereas, I'll never finish anything simply because I'm just not that freaking good at it and oh, look, yarn!)

I would like to express my displeasure at the unfairness of this, but it would involve a stream of very unladylike words, and you all know I'd never say anything impolite. Instead, I'm going to get a posse together to encourage Dug to finish a book, any book - he has three in the works, that I know of - and submit it to a grown-up publisher. (I'm going to call it the Finish Your #$#$## Book Posse.) Dug's writing blog, where he's posted some infuriatingly clever off-the-top-of-his-head first drafts of various things, including a working series entitled The Eternal City, can be found here: http://poeticsmoke.blogspot.com/