Well, look at him go! The little writer that could. Or maybe he couldn't, who knows? But at least he's giving it a shot. It's like watching a baby learn to walk. You're rooting for them, but you know they're going to stumble and fall a few times before they get the hang of it.

But hey, maybe he's a natural. Maybe he'll write the next great novel. Probably not. Maybe he'll just write a bunch of blog posts about his cats. Either way, he's taking a step toward something. And that's worth something, right?

Right?

As for his identity crisis, well, that's a tough one. Maybe he should just embrace being a multi-faceted, complex individual. Or maybe he should go on a retreat and meditate on it. Or maybe he should just have a beer and forget about it for a while. Whatever works, man.

But for now, let's just enjoy the fact that he's writing. Maybe he'll make us laugh, maybe he'll make us cry, maybe he'll make us cringe. But at least he's doing something. And that's all that matters.