Geez, deb. You're makin' me cry.
This?
his scars, his survival
Is exactly how I view my huge neck scar. And why I dig it.
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Geez, deb. You're makin' me cry.
This?
his scars, his survival
Is exactly how I view my huge neck scar. And why I dig it.
It really took some doing, to make him understand that I thought his scars were beautiful.
I've written that into scenes myself, before.
Does it ever stop feeling like fic? Cause now, I'm not straight-up ficcing as such, but it feels like I'm ficcing different people now. Lehane, David Simon, Sue Grafton, well, it still feels like doing impressions.Maybe I have to keep it that way to avoid that "What if I clutch and my dreams crash and burn?" thing.
Yup, "desserts" was wordplay. Words are fun to play with.
And everyone's doing great stuff.
I pace the hallways, back and forth, my dress shoes scuffing the tiled school floor. Rehearse the words I know so well, the phrases I wrote to interest, to impress.
The student before me leaves the room, relieved to be done but annoyed at his gaffs.
A sneak peek in the window, to look at the judges, judging my predecessor as they will judge me.
I shiver. I moan. I wait.
The door opens, "We're ready when you are," and the butterfies in my stomach threaten to escape out my mouth as I smile, shake hands, and prepare to speak.
I just got my first form rejection letter (from an agent). It hurts a lot more than the personalized kind.
Aww, Susan. Sorry to hear it.
t melodramatic temper tantrum
When will anyone recognize MY GENIUS??? WHEN??? WHEN???
A form letter to ME? Don't they know who I am....er...who I will be some day, as soon as the world recognizes MY GENIUS?
t /melodrama
They will all kneel and beg to kiss your pinky ring one day.
In other news, I've insent you, wrt:freelance work from months and months ago. Sorry for being totally off the ball!