I wish I had a really good writer as a split personality so when I write things they get to expertly do all the stuff I can't do and then I get to reemerge for all the easy cliche enjoyable parts but then they explain to me that they are also human and wish to write those parts to, and they're sick of me treating them like a slave, requesting I relinquish my hold on the fun parts wherein I refuse thus leading to the inevitable fight over my body where I as the less capable human, face my defeat and forever disappear into limbo and then the world remembers me as a wonderful writer. "Wow her works remind me of XXX's stuff, so sad they're gone!"