This is kinda funny, but if there's one thing I've learned over the last couple of years of freelancin' and book-writin' and general struggling-writer action, it's that if you're a real writer, you barely have any kind of human interaction at all, let alone friendships, whether based on snarky popcult one-upmanship or anything else. If you don't wake up and immediately stagger from the bed to the keyboard to type type type until you pass out again sixteen hours later, you're a pussy and a dilettante.
See here for more on what charming motherfuckers us writers are. And here for the continuing adventures of the greatest writer alive.
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