All Writers Hate Each Other, Chess Players Have Tolerance
It’s an open secret that writers hate each other.
We nitpick, critique, judge, and sometimes quietly shit talk one another. All of this is done with class of course. Nasty little slights, strained smiles, subtle queues through body language, and perhaps in private… the occasional eye roll.
We’re not friends, not even close. We’re competitors, opponents in immortality. For time cannot remember us all. As such, someone must go. One of us shall be forgotten. Caste into the abyss, eternal damnation… obscurity.
For chess players, the hostility is different.
Over the board, sworn enemies.
After the match, “great game, were’d you find that?”
Okay, let’s be honest… we rarely say great game unless we’re total strangers. Since no one wants to get punched in the face. Thus, we save our sour views for the car ride home, or sooner still… the nearest bathroom.
“Bro, I walked into the woman’s bathroom. I didn’t even notice until I left and stared at the sign.”
I glance up from the board, lifting my eyes from victory. He has a weird look on his face, clearly embarrassed, “oh, is that so?”
Hello! We’re D.J. Hoskins
We are Davena and Jason Hoskins, co-authors of 30+ books and siblings who write under the pseudonym D.J. Hoskins. Three years apart and in our twenties, we have been fascinated by stories from a young age. Davena is a student attending Princeton University, and Jason attends Georgetown University.
