d'ya wanna...
of course ya do, everybody wants a little more ta read, but here's the secret for ya:
before ya can read it, someone's gotta write it, an' i ain't in da business uh writin' things like that anymore
so while ya may be hopin' ta read more, an' i don't blame ya fer it, i ain't got more for ya ta read
now i used ta write a lot; i used ta wanna be a writer or a playwright, not one a deez nuts dime a dozen cogs in da programmin' machine. but a lotta my writing in doze days was directed at wallowin' in perceived persecution fa bein' a noid, an' lamentin' my relative unpopularity wit goils, which i recognize now as bein' at least partially on account a bein' a closeted mess wit social anxiety
an' i came to regard all a my writin' as cringe, to use a little modern parlancey if ya'll fagive me gettin' fancy about it
like a lotta teenagers, my prose was poiple, and more plum than lavender. and i came to associate da problems wit my writin', an' there were plenty, wit da style in which i wrote it
now i ain't sayin' my style didn't need some, y'know, refinin', but da issues wit my work was more structural than stylistic; an' with a teacher who knew how ta talk ta me about story structure an' help me to see what i'd been missin' i maybe coulda been a better writer
which isn't to say dat i couldn't still improve, but i don't have da drive like i used to, and i'm more into music deez nuts days. all a dis ta say dat there ain't no more to read here, because i ain't gonna be tha one ta write it