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Your podcast sucks. I'm never listening to it.

Theme music: abysmal. Intro monologue: pithy updates about your dogshit existence. An ad for MANSCAPED. That's never been done before. How original.

You cycle through the same loser guests. Miscreants with nothing better to do. No one says anything revealing or truthful. Ever.

Thumbnails are trash. The 'highlight' clips you turned into Shorts are underwhelming at best. The pod started 7 years ago. Today you have 68 subscribers on YouTube. Spotify doesn't make downloads public. Yet I'm certain your numbers are pitiful.

Who came up with the concept? Ugly thirtysomethings on a Zoom call. Making trite observations about society. With some good natured ribbing thrown in. How could you think this would be entertaining to anyone?

Why are you still bothering? I know why. You're networking in public! Playing the long game. Schmoozing with everyone in the scene. After a couple hundred more episodes things will take off. Rogan will have you on. Your Patreon will cover your rent. Maybe you could even tour......

That's the fantasy. It ain't happening. You have shit for brains. No one cares about you. You think the pod buys you credibility. It does the opposite. People are laughing at you. You're a fame-whore with no fame. Think twice before you bleat about it on socials for the umpteenth time. You're hammering a dead horse. It's not going anywhere. Let it die.

Your podcast sucks. I've listened to every second of every episode.

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Your work-in-progress is killing you.

That's the truth. But don't tell anyone that. No one wants the truth. It's better to say something like 'it's coming together, the end's in sight, thanks for asking'. People nod and smile. Conversation moves on. Life moves on. Everyone moves on. Except for you.

You can't move on. You are stuck.

You change the story at the expense of character. You change a character at the expense of story. You realize you're a pantser. You realize you're a plotter. You write sober. You write drunk. You write with money as your motivation (haha). You write with revenge as your motivation (hahaha). You feel horny at the sight of the blank page. You feel impotent at the sight of the blank page. You merge two characters into one. You split a character into two. You believe people when they tell you the first book was great. You believe people are lying to your face when they tell you the first book was great. You kill the pop culture references. You add in 3 pages about Roxy Music’s discography coz why the fuck not. You hate other writers. You hate yourself. You get a fully formed idea for a different book that would be so much easier to write. You keep chipping away at your sprawling hunk of shit coz it would be such a huge waste to quit now.

That's your work-in-progress. It's killing you.

My work-in-progress?

It's coming together. The end's in sight. Thanks for asking.

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