So… I admit it. I, with my 305 page first draft of a novel, which I have edited and rewritten and tweaked, yes, I thought my work was likely the most complete and most compelling of the writing that we would encounter in the novel writing workshop.

But the third sample arrived from another group member last night, and I just finished reading it.

It. Is. Awesome. It reads like a warped cyberpunk version of Kurt Vonnegut on acid. It is a wild ride through a world far more alien and bizarre than mine. It’s sixteen pages that shock, amuse, alarm and engage you. I hesitate to say it, but it stinks of genius.

I am truly humbled.