There is a kernel of truth that I was too cowardly to get seriously into writing (though I do write for Blogger So Dear and a music blog). I studied Creative Writing at Wake and actually interviewed at a few graduate schools for the MFA in Creative Writing but always had a hard time with the conceit that other people would give a shit about what I had to say, and I felt like a hack. I wasn't willing to put in the insane amount of work necessary to write and revise and kill your darlings and rewrite and stand up to rejection the rest of my life where you aren't making a living unless you're also working at a bookstore or teaching.
I took a completely different path, and sometimes I look back and wonder what it might be like if I took my marginal writing talent and devoted my life to it.
What I actually feel is that rj has lived some amazing experiences and that does not a book make. Even if he had a ghost writer to actually work on the craft of plotting, even if there were any elements of character development or any consideration of literary mise en scene, there are still gatekeepers in the publishing world for good reason. There's a reason that self-publishing hasn't completely overtaken traditional publishing methods, because there has to be something out there keeping every Tom, John, and Rick away from just writing their thoughts and assuming everyone needs to hear them as they were written.
rj, your stories are cool, but your writing is objectively bad. And regardless of that point, I still commend you for having the courage to write and promote the shit out of your book. I have neither the stories nor the talent nor the wherewithal to make writing books my life. That's what it takes to be a real writer, devoting your entire life to the craft. So when I say I didn't want to edit your "shitty book" for free, this is my thought process behind it. I'm not just recklessly throwing out insults. It's something I've actively chosen to avoid.