Great Suffering Makes Great Fiction
I have to say the last few days have been some of the hardest in my life. I won't go into the dreadful details of my boring life, because we all suffer and because trials are meant to be shared, not compared. As I was prostrate, crying huge sobs this week, feeling regret, pain, stupidity, guilt, I came to a realization. I realized that suffering made me a better writer. Not only have I earned greater depths of understanding, compassion and skepticism, I learned another great truth: Everybody loves to read about somebody else doing something stupid.