Connie, in sorry. That's difficult.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
sj, that's ridic. Inefficiency makes me nuts, I'd be a frothing rage monster pretty quick too and I'm not even pregnant.
Connie, I'm sorry.
I went for a long drive after I had lunch because I was still cranky and happened upon a Ben & Jerry's. So I'm now consoling my rage with ice cream.
Hm, rage ice cream . . . that's a thought.
I highly recommend it.
fyi ... Ben & Jerry now make Spekooloos (spelling?) ice cream. According to the container, bits of cookie with a cookie butter core.
just sayin' ....
Haagen Daaz coffee ice cream. Or Ben & Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough.
I have an actual freezer, I can buy bigger containers of ice cream. The universe trembles.
edit: Or, dare I say it . . . both?
I've been doing some house painting for a friend of a friend lately, and I drive right by a place that sells some of the best ice cream in the state to get to the house. (For those in the area, Maple View Farms ice cream.) I've been helping for over a month now, and I've only stopped for ice cream once. I'm thinking that that's going to change in the next day or two.
I got a rejection for one of my stories, and then was stupid and read the comments on a Facebook story(So awful, like poking a boo-boo under a bandaid.Why must some people continue to believe that the answer to every black single woman's problem is to wear a paper hat at McDonald's? Why? Have I mentioned lately that I hate it here? Because it's still true, even though I thought repeating it was like "Francisco Franco's still dead." I am in a Mood now. (I know this is probably the wrong attitude, and writing was my "dream!1", but how many rejections count as giving it my best shot, do you think? 50? 100? Because rather than hurting less, like I expected, every time I get rejected a voice in my head says "Plenty of people live decent lives without ever dealing with a submission generator, you know?" How do I know if it's my conscience or KFKD?
I went to a talk given by Ray Bradbury when I was a college student. He mentioned a number of rejections. It seemed absurdly large. I believe he pointed out that writing is a strange profession, requiring a person to be very sensitive to observe the depths of people's emotions while simultaneously being thick-skinned enough to deal with rejections. The way I figure it, if I had been serious about writing, I would have imagined myself as a successful, older writer, saying to a gathering of young impressionable types, "When I was starting out, I got rejections by the shovels-full. My rejections file currently has ____ notifications in it. I haven't closed it, I'm still getting them, more of a teaspoonful these days. If writing is your passion, start your collection of rejection letters proudly...." and not quit until I had reached that number. I don't know what your number should be, erika. But I do know that the process sucks.