I once dated a guy who told me he couldn't marry me because I was a little bit too crazy.
I did what any nice Jewish girl in NYC would do. I told my shrink.
And my shrink said something that I never forgot. He said, "You're not as crazy as you pretend to be."
He went on to say that my "boyfriend" was actually a lot crazier than I was. He's the one who dated someone for five years without ever telling his orthodox parents (because she wasn't Jewish). Yes, I dated some real winners.
Why am I writing about this? Because it recently occurred to me that I pretend I am a writer. I sit at my desk all day reading and commenting on blogs and researching agents to submit to, but I don't actually WRITE!
This is a problem. The question is... what am I going to do about it?