Of course I do. How could I not? But what I really like, is the idea of writing. The whole concept writing represents. Abstract letters one after the other, and they end up evoking these bipolar feelings of love and lust, kindness and jealousy. You get the drift, yeah?
I like the theory that words hide behind a curtain, a screen, watching you, learning your movements, memorizing your routine. (Is that what stalkers do?) When they do appear, it is invariably out of thin air, like suspended disbelief, like lightning in a bottle, waiting to catch fire.
They say you must write a thousand terrible words. You must write all these words with askew grammar and childlike innocence before they drill into you the basics of writing, where the verb goes, why adjectives are best avoided.
They say you must write a thousand terrible words before the gods take mercy upon you and you write a good one. They also say 80% of statistics are made up on the spot, so you must choose what to believe.
I don't think you have written a terrible word in your life, but maybe that's just me. For all I know, I could be an echo chamber which drowns out all your flaws. Perfection, just like beauty, lies in the eyes of the beholder.
There isn't really anything such as poor writing. I don't think you can quantify the abstract. There are stories that have lost their way, and stories that haven't seen the light of day. But in the end, there are no dull stories, only dull storytellers.
(The hill I am willing to die on) If you don't know the meaning, Google it.