how you know you're a writer through and through:

spent a few hours writing for fun, meant to publish it on this site, there was a bug so it wouldn't work, 36 hrs later I just threw what I wrote away because

a) who cares about those thoughts, they weren't that deep anyway

b) the fun was in writing it, and I had that fun, so... no need to fix the output in amber

It really was like jamming on an instrument, just an intrinsically pleasurable and fleeting act. Who records their jam noodles to listen to later?

(I mean, this is one too, and I am going to save it, but you get what I'm saying.)