As a writer, I thank Philip Roth, who recently said this to The New York Times about his decision to retire from writing fiction:
Writing is frustration — it’s daily frustration, not to mention humiliation. It’s just like baseball: you fail two-thirds of the time. … I can’t face any more days when I write five pages and throw them away. I can’t do that anymore.
And as a writer who gets paid to fix other people’s writing, I am thankful for lousy writing, including this gem from a gas pump I used in southeastern Michigan a few weeks ago.