Why I Am Not As Good As Hemingway
Internets, Writing | (2)
For years I've wondered why I'm not a famous writer. I mean, I seem to have all the ingredients: proficiency with language and sincerity of emotion, a romantic worldview coupled with a healthy disdain for humanity, and of course the crippling depression. The formula has worked for so many others. Faulkner and Fitzgerald are universal. Even Hemingway and Plath were able to produce volumes of work and chum-buckets of praise before getting sick of it all. Why not me?
OK, granted, I haven't really given alcoholism a fair shake. I admit that, and I promise to try harder in the ...