...or do we secretly "hate" each other?
Do writers get along?
Sorry to hear about that freak, Gl! I sometimes get annoyed with so-called "writers" who want me to hear their stuff and I really have had enough!
I get along with some writers, the ones that are more humble yet confident about their work and yet are very talented that I respect them. When I hear or read good work I am curious about the writer and know I can be inspired or learn from them. If I hear/read garbage or someone that is blabbing about stuff that doesn't matter I lose respect, get annoyed, and really don't want to be associated with them. Writing can be a snobby field, but I think it's because there are so many "fakers" out there, and you gotta weed out the "real" people.
I get along with some writers, the ones that are more humble yet confident about their work and yet are very talented that I respect them. When I hear or read good work I am curious about the writer and know I can be inspired or learn from them. If I hear/read garbage or someone that is blabbing about stuff that doesn't matter I lose respect, get annoyed, and really don't want to be associated with them. Writing can be a snobby field, but I think it's because there are so many "fakers" out there, and you gotta weed out the "real" people.
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