dear reader

Dear reader,

We’re sorry. We really are. 

What constitutes our dreams in the grand scheme of things becomes a regretful particular—visions of becoming a writer unfortunately resulting in having to actually write. 

We may complain about these dreams, about the agony of writer’s block, the calluses on our fingers from playing scales, the hundreds of drafts of pitch decks. But reader, at the end of the night, we’re nowhere to be seen, leaving you to pick up the tab.

Because we can write whatever shit we can drag out of our heart, but you’re the one who has to read it.

For that, we say first, we’re sorry. And second, thank you. 

We hope to someday return the favor.

Thank you. Let’s have a great day.