It can be said of most people who dabble in the arts, probably, that each writer or painter or sculptor, is their own harshest critic. Who am I to wreck that flow or bend rules?
I spent some time yesterday mining ancient scrolls, brushing away dust and picking away the decay. The final decision remains that a career away from writing, prose or otherwise, was never such a bad idea. The revelation, however, is that there has been marked growth as a person and as an adult person. Some may argue that this statement is either too kind or too optimistic but I'm sticking with it.
I am sticking with it.