What a great story!
I'm on fire—woo woo!
This story has serious problems
This book is terrible. Who would want to read this piece of garbage?
Wife: What's wrong, honey?
My book sucks, that's what's wrong. I should never have started it.
Oh, I bet it's good.
It's not. Trust me. It should be used to line bird cages, or to wrap fish.
Let me read what you've got so far.
Come on, I'm sure it's better than you think.
Well, if want to punish yourself, go ahead. What do I care?
Mike, this book is good.
No, it's good. Really.
You're just saying that because you're my wife. Writers need honest feedback, dammit!
I am being honest. It has some rough spots, but you can fix those.
How can I "fix" anything? I'm not a real writer. A real writer wouldn't have these problems in the first place.
I should pursue another career.
(One week spent pursuing another career)
I can't help it—I was meant to be a writer, even if I'm a bad writer.
I give myself permission to write a bad book.
I started this damn thing and I have to finish it.
I still think it sucks, but maybe there are a few halfway decent parts.
Hey, this might not be so bad after all.
This book is actually pretty good. At least I think it might be.
Hey, this really is good!
I'm on fire, baby! This book smokes!
Yes! Finished! A fantastic book. It's going to be a bestseller!
This book is very good.
I love it.
I'm going to publish it.