Have you ever been filled with despair because a book is too amazing to be true? Because the author’s wit flows effortlessly? Because the imagery bubbles from the pen as naturally as water from a spring? Because you just know that no matter how hard you try, nothing as profoundly simple, as beautifully tragic, or as utterly endearing can be birthed by your amature pencil.
So thanks a lot, Louisa May Alcott, for being about this bout of Writer’s Despair by your adorable novel, Jo’s Boys. I think that the only cure is more reading and scribbling, as prescribed by another despair-inducing author, Ray Bradbury.