Story of Why (Or Writer's Stop)

Writer's Stop, a photo by DM Rosner on Flickr.

"George would break up with every girl he dated on the grounds that she wasn't weird enough for him, unaware that he himself lacked the slightest bit of non-linearity..." Thus began my very first story, although a very short one, about a guy named George.

It was all good until, after just a few sentences like that tedious introduction, George, sick of the gibberish his narrator (read: me) bore, interrupted and said: "One doesn't simply want what he has, you prejudiced prick!"

You asked me why I became a fireman but not a writer. That's why.