> So what am I good for anymore?
And here I was thinking this question is why writers write at all. Who else would do something requiring so much work for so little reward but those who fundamentally think they aren't worth much, it's what unites us.
But I don't think I worry about being replaced, not because I'm irreplaceable, but because if I could be completely replaced I think that might be quite a delightful experience. Imagine all those people who need something from you satisfied. That's what being replaced would entail: not a single person demanding a single thing from you. But unfortunately no, I'm still needed here, annoyingly.