I am a poor judge of my own work

I’m writing a story finally. Took a while to get the ideas organized in my head for the next planet, Jupiter. I’m writing about an endless storm, but on Earth.

The problem is I don’t really like it. But I can’t stop now so I’ll just have to push it out.

It’s not like I can tell what’s good anyway. The stories I love the most never sell, and those I whip out in a flash do… So what do I even know. It mostly just feels like rolling dice…

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