So a 19-year-old MBA hopeful is telling me my writing sucks right now. He said "that I write for entertainment value only." Fuck. I'm so going into erotica. And get this, he read my manuscript too. My manuscript! The forty page piece that I poured my living heart into; the only piece of writing that resembles my life. The only piece of writing that I have physically made people cry over. And he said it's too "cliche" and "tripe."
I don't know why I'm taking this so hard. I'm used to criticism.
And on top of that, I feel like ass. I'm feel like my hands are fucking floating. Like I'm not connected anymore. I'm insane. Insane, I say.
Good note: only two more weeks of bitchy work to go...then I'm off to Portland baby! Ninjagrrl, watch out. I purchased hot pink fishnets today.
By the way, do you ever feel like you just want to beat the living shit out of someone?
I don't know why I'm taking this so hard. I'm used to criticism.
And on top of that, I feel like ass. I'm feel like my hands are fucking floating. Like I'm not connected anymore. I'm insane. Insane, I say.
Good note: only two more weeks of bitchy work to go...then I'm off to Portland baby! Ninjagrrl, watch out. I purchased hot pink fishnets today.
By the way, do you ever feel like you just want to beat the living shit out of someone?
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did that sound like bragging? im sorry. didnt mean to. im just so proud of my big sis.