A Real Paul Buster

Do you know the hardest thing about being a famous writer?

Is it the demands of my editors? Hey Paul, only a small group of people were offended by your last article. What's the story? Keep this up and you'll be writing for the phone book.

Nope.

Is it the fans camping outside my house trying to get a glimpse of me in the actual writing process? Women offering themselves and mistaking me for Jamie Dornan, the male lead in 50 Shades of Grey?

Sadly, no.

It's me. I'm the hardest on myself.

Truth be told, I'm a real Paul buster.

Demanding, exacting, fastidious, obdurate, intrepid, on the liminel of historical greatness.

I told you my vocab is growing. That last big word, "liminel", isn't even in the pathetic spellcheck my blog service offers.

I think I'm outgrowing this internet thing. I'm too big, too smart. Too perfidious.

I'm the Paul buster.