So, I’m a writer. Big shock, right? I blab about character and setting all the time, I have the gall to think I can offer advice on the craft, I over-caffeinate, I’m reclusive. Typical delusions of grandeur. That’s how I know I’m a writer. Also, the writing. I write. A lot. On a decent day I can lay down 5-7k. On a frenetic, push-till-the-end day I can hit 10-12. I lay down words. Enough bragging. The point is here. A couple weeks ago, I lost my temper, and in a stupid