At my state of development, being only 16, and a sophomore taking honors english in school, I'd at least grant the title to myself, though I can't compare to the community here, where everyone is older.
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
Yes and no. Yes: I have a large vocabulary and a very good command of language and I can express just about any concept I'm given in words; I'm also capable of thinking up any number of ideas and putting across the essence of them, painting word pictures etc.
But no: I haven't the discipline, motivation or inclination to stick at things when they get boring, or when they stop "writing themselves". This needn't necessarily be a problem, as the idea of The Novel being the apex of all civilization and the aspiration of all writers seems a little old fashioned to me, and there are other forms of writing that are shorter and just as valid and easier to get published.
Trouble is, I can never be arsed. Speaking face to face with people's more fun, and there are always a zillion things out there I'd probably rather be doing. Wasted potential, my mum calls it. That's what I'd call it if I spent all my time writing.
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"When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must
I will help you if I can" - Leonard Cohen