So you've written your heart out (it's on a plate next to last night's TV-Dinner), and you still think your bad book is really good?
But the truth is, it stinks like the fish you had two nights ago (on another unemptied plate next to the ashtray full of cigarette butts and the dirty underwear standing up in a corner).
Should someone tell you that your book has a stench like stinky feet?
Should someone tell you a chimpanzee has better control over syntax and simile than you do? Not to mention alliteration?
Should someone really try to help you?
Or will you still put your bad book on Amazon?
