i’ve got 3,246 words of crap. i’m pretty sure i hate it. i’m pretty sure someone should take my pen away and never give it back. but it’s too late now. i’ve got to read it in class tomorrow. i hope i don’t die from the utter humiliation of claiming such unadulterated crap as my own.
from what jeremy, my instructor, said, this is just about the way i should feel as i near completion of my first short story. it’s reassuring to know that sometimes i can be perfectly normal.
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See my email. It’s not crap. Not one tiny bit crappy. Pas de crap. Smellin’ sweet. Nuthin’ poopy about it. Give me seconds. And I say that as someone who rarely eats crap.
Heh. That reminds me of the verbal exchange in “Happy Gilmore”:
“I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast!”
“You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?!?”
“No… er… (storms off exasperatedly)”
Heh.
🙂
Jodi, I e-mailed you yesterday, and the message was bounced back. So I’m trying again today.
I want seconds, too. 🙂