We read these aloud while slightly drunk in Ireland last summer, and it’s one of my favorite memories. I still can’t pick my favorite, as at lease five of these made me laugh so hard I cried.
You have to surrender to your mediocrity, and just write. Because it’s hard, really hard, to write even a crappy book. But it’s better to write a book that kind of sucks rather than no book at all, as you wait around to magically become Faulkner. No one is going to write your book for you and you can’t write anybody’s book but your own.