My writing's been related to the likes of clouds and Jello. Solid, yet not solid. Roomy. I think I'm going to take a stab at "not caring about it." Maybe I'll write a book and shove it under my teachers doormat. I'll leave it under his doormat so he doesn't really notice it. One day he'll find it. One day. Maybe it will change his mind.

Or maybe he's right and I should give up writing. Roll the dice.