Doomsday

The new office chairs we got last week are extra rolly. It’s nice, because I can easily roll back and forth, back and forth, back and forth over and over again. I’m filled with fidgety energy, and I haven’t even had a lick of caffeine today.

Tonight my short story “Hey Lady” will be workshopped in class. For reasons I cannot explain, I am a total wreck. I don’t know why this one has me so anxious. I’ve been workshopped about 59 kabillion times. And while “Hey Lady” is a bit different than anything I’ve written I don’t think it’s in the same realm of shittiness as The Short Story that was so Shitty it Made the Baby Jesus Weep. However, I think I will be raked across the coals.

It doesn’t help that The Hottie’s story was so fucking good.

Gah. I don’t even know why this is bothering me. My story, while not perfect, is certainly not the worst I’ve ever read. Maybe it’s because I know I can do better and I feel like I didn’t put my best foot forward.

Or maybe I’m just completely insane.

I just got yelled at to stop rocking, and to stop humming. I think I’m going to have to switch to either pacing or twitching.

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2 Comments

  1. kelly 26.Oct.06 at 12:54 pm

    It’s a rule, on workshop day you’re allowed to hum and rock and/or roll to your heart’s content.

    You will not be raked over the coals.

    I’m bummed I won’t be there tonight. If anyone makes you cry write down their names and I’ll kick their asses when I get back.

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  2. Ehartwig 26.Oct.06 at 7:58 pm

    You missed an awesome concert last night. The Hold Steady was awesome!

    Reply

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