Last night one of my all-time favorite imaginary boyfriends, Ted Leo, played at First Ave. Instead of going to drool over cute hipsters and shake my ass to Ted and the Pharmacists I stayed home to work on my ‘writing goals’ and to re-write Boobs for the 822nd time. I am handing in my story for The Loft Mentor Series today.
I’m wondering if I should tell the Mentor judges that and if it would garner me any favor. Because it should. I mean, come on, I gave up Ted Leo to write that should tell them how seriously I’m taking this. Fucking A.
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I am so fucked. I’ve been trying to come up w/goals and everything I write sounds stupidor pretentious and I rewrote my story yesterday and I think I hate it now and my sorry ass is going to spend a mentorless year. Sorry to steal your blog for my rant but I figured you’d be a sympathetic ear and maybe someone will buy us beer at Grumpy’s tonight.
Rant on my friend, rant on. I haven’t had a chance to read your story yet. Are you handing in tomorrow or tonight?
Tonight if I can. But I’m seriously considering turning in the version that was workshopped cause I’m scared the one I rewrote yesterday is crap. If you get a chance, skim through it and tell me if I’m panicking or if I truly am a purveyor of muck. And goals? Can not sucking be a goal?
Not sucking was one of my goals.
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