I read a non-fiction book that didn’t involve Nazis! I feel I should give myself an award for that.
But I didn’t like reading it. Why? Why don’t I like reading non-fiction? Is it I pick non-fiction books that are, in terms of literary writing, not literary? Why am I so obsessed with plot? Why don’t I like reality even a little bit?
Why am I writing this meaningless post instead of proofing my short story collection?
I don’t know anything.