I can feel for the Blizzard minions. Truly, I can.

I swear some days that I’m working for J. Peterman and I’ll change a pitch slightly so it now involves the Protagonist diving into a subway tunnel, ruining the very pants that he was about to return, and my boss will declare, “now THAT’s interesting writing!”

Some days you just get beat. And other days, you beat yourself.

On those other days, I remind myself that, after all, I’m the best I ever had.