SECOND IN A FIVE PART SERIES – HOW WRITERS SOMETIMES THINK (Or, Another Specious Dichotomy)
A writer gets a prize, a Whiting, a PEN, something sweet and it goes to right to his head. Yes, I am finally recognized for my gift. I’ve wanted this forever and I deserve it. Champagne! A new suit and tie. They like me, they really, really like me. Another writer beats himself with his prize. His impostor complex rages. He can barely look you in the eye when you compliment him. It’s a fluke. It will never happen again. He doubles up on therapy.
Which writer will better survive his prize? Is the prize half empty of half full?
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