I'm pressed for time this week, so I'll have to keep this entry short. And on top of that, what's here is not even anything I wrote, but that someone else did, the great Polish author, Witold Gombrowicz. I particularly like his book Cosmos, which is a mystery novel of sorts, though it tackles not just murder but what you might call metaphysical matters.
I've written about the book, in fact, and I'll link to the piece here, if you want to get an idea of what Cosmos is like:
Wrapped Up in the Mystery of Cosmos.
But anyway, that Gombrowicz quote I was talking about, getting back to it - here it is:
"Great! I've written something stupid, but I haven't signed a contract with anyone to produce solely wise and perfect works. I gave vent to my stupidity...and here I am, reborn."
Applies to most writers from time to time (certainly applies to myself sometimes), I think.