Tastes like chicken

I wonder if it's harder to write a poem or a novel.
Both are almost impossibly hard.
Let me rephrase that--both are impossibly hard to do well.
I judge the quality of a book or a poem or any kind of writing by the effect it has on its reader.
As an author, how can you tell the way your writing is affecting the people exposed to it?

Mindreading and writing might be the same thing.
I want to create something I find beautiful and just throw it out there and hope other people find it beautiful too.
Does that count?
Blegh. I know I'm going to be stuck doing this. Writing. At some point or another, and it's just going to be ridiculous.
Oh well.

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[2 MINUTES LATER]
I guess it's like cooking.

[2 MINUTES AFTER THAT]
I can't cook for shit.
I'm a microwave champion, though.

[30 SECONDS LATER]
And cake decorating. I'm really good at that. AND gingerbread houses. I make badass gingerbread houses.

[10 MINUTES AFTER THAT]
I saw a pie-chart of concentrations (prick-speak for majors) for the class of 2014 and was...shocked. I, as you know, am about as Undecided as they come. I have minor issues picking out socks in the morning. Unless they're neon and awesome. Anyways, I have to fall in love with something before I make a decision about it. The problem with this is that I love learning everything except the Taylor Theorem and how to get that "Hot Summer Look in 3 Easy Steps" so this makes some decisions a little more difficult. Anyways, I was enlightened. I learned that .2% (the decimal is in the right place) of admitted students have not decided the general area they would like to concentrate in.
As I'm writing this I realized that I'm not in that minority since I probably said I would like to have a concentration somewhere in the Humanities, but it's the principle of the thing. It makes me want to picket a building or something.

That's about it, I think.