There comes a time in every office worker’s life when he or she will snap (if sanity was ever there to begin with). How this mental breakdown occurs can vary. Depending on what his or her original aspiration was, it can range from self-harm to murderous Patrick Bateman rage.
In the case of would-be writers, however, the outcome is usually emotional prostration in the form of, say, setting up a table in front of the New York Public Library with a sign that says “Meet the Author.” Is such behavior a result of bravado or delusion–or mere desperation to be recognized for what you thought you were supposed to do with your life? Maybe a combination of all three, but one thing’s for sure: the booby hatch isn’t far behind.