Yup, "desserts" was wordplay. Words are fun to play with.
And everyone's doing great stuff.
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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!
Thanks, Liese! I'll look over what you sent and get back to you--probably not tonight, because I'm coordinating a wedding tomorrow and am scrambling to do all the chores I normally do on Saturday, but tomorrow evening or Sunday at the latest.
Yup, no problem. I don't expect even a freelancer to put in weekend hours just for me! (Although I clearly still am, because I took a nap this afternoon when I shoulda been working. Ah, the benefits of self-employment.)
Actually, a lot of my work happens evenings and weekends, because I can hand Annabel to DH and say, "Job to finish--she's your daughter for now." But most of today and tomorrow are going to the wedding I'm coordinating. I think I'll like the work by my next wedding or the wedding after (I do 4-6 a year, taking turns with the church's other coordinators). But for this one I'm nervous, since it's both the first one I've done completely solo and a fairly complex one.
Aw, Susan, seconding your rejection emotion, except mine might come with a promise to Quit Once And For All, which in my more together moments I imagine my muse looking down and saying "Excuse the fuck out of *me*, Virginia Woolf." Because my muse shares my weakness for profanity, I think."If you're so sure nobody'll care, why the Announcement?"