I don't know German, danke shein very much. I don't know thermonucleardynamics, either. I don't know how much I don't know. Guess that's why I'm such a happy person!
Writing is my hobby and - lucky me! (and I don't mean that sarcastically) - my job. Love it love it love it! There's nothing quite like that zen place where the writing flows and the characters come to life and push your fingers around the keyboard like ghosts moving a planchette around a Ouija board.
It can be hard, though - rejections aplenty are the norm. You gotta have thick skin. I don't have thick skin. I sunburn under a 60-watt bulb. I've personally racked up 286 rejections in the three years I've been a "writer." (To date - ask me tomorrow for my new total. Thin envelopes = bad. Emails from editors = good.)
Seems like an oxymoron (moronic?) - a happy, thin-skinned reject.
But that's me!