If you keep writing forever, something good, will eventually come. You won't even know its good. Your mother won't even know its good, because she tells you to publish everything. That is a mom thing. A "my child is a prodigy" thing. But if every child was a prodigy, no child would be. No one, ever, would be.
"Do you think people like this?"
"Do you think people like this way you write?"
I am not really quite sure, on Facebook I got a couple thumbs up. That, someday, will be a true sign of greatness. Probably not tomorrow, but maybe when I am dead, and there are still people or creatures with the ability of language comprehension around to read this shit.
Just wait.
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