I’ve been reading a lot of blogs and I’m starting to feel pretty inferior.  In every writing class I ever took, I was either the best writer or one of the top two (in my opinion: grades matter not).  I used to think that I really was a top mind in this field.  But like I said, I’ve been reading a lot of other blogs and realize I’m nowhere near as good as I thought.  I wish I could have lines as witty or creative as some of the MySpace bloggers.

At my school, I thought I was really good and had a future in this business when I compared myself to my peers (if this is what I gotta compete with, I’m a lot better than I thought).  But two long, unemployed years later, and after reading these blogs, I realize my confidence was unfounded.  The reason I was so much better than everyone else was less my skills and more of Cal State Long Beach’s “We’ll admit anybody” policy.

Here I am today.  I have a full-time job in a field I didn’t study for (so much for the need of a college education).  I’m happy doing what I’m doing, but I still like to write--living the cliché of “hopefully completing a novel in my spare time.”  I used to think it was only a matter of time--once I was done, publishers would love me because my style was brilliant, refreshing, and unique.

It turns out I’m one of many and far more mediocre than I ever feared.

Oh well--at least I still have the fat chiks.