Licensed to... drive.

I've passed my road test!
Another step in the road to complete human development, checked off.
Maybe now I can learn to blog AND drive...

 Maybe not.

Spare me, please!

Why are all budding writers nervous when their work is read?

Writers create worlds. They give birth to lives, and even destroy them. They're responsible for happiness, sadness, love and hatred.
In short, they bare their own souls.
So, when the written form of their souls are read out, and exposed to scrutiny, it is understandable that they want the earth to swallow them whole.

And so, a humble request. If you are ever called to play editor, and the piece you've just read blows so bad you want to run a drill through your brain, inform the writer gently.
As gently as you can, having run a drill through your brain.