It started with an insult:
I was the quiet kid in class and my jackass of a classmate was having none of it. He yelled how dull I was and demanded a seat change during English. Charming, ain’t he?
I’ve had my fair share of snubs hurled in my face (e.g. bigoted arsehole, ugly), but boring was, hands down, the worse.
It was an attack on my personality. And since I write with personality – like all writers do – doesn’t this mean my writing’s boring too?
This episode happened nearly a decade ago, but the memory of it is still garden-fresh in my mind. So much that it would eventually evolved into a knowledge nugget:
And I’ve made it my M.O to avoid doing just that.