That is everything from my Tumblr blog. My past. I can’t tell you how much it means to me to receive all the new followers, likes, and comments. I have a renewed view on my writing. I mean, it is one thing to hear “that’s a great piece” or “you have some real skill,” etc. but to see feedback as little as a like, it’s a big deal. At least to me.
I promise your reader feed will not be flooded with post from me. From here on I will try to post on a schedule. Weekly at least. So until then.
“It’s great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn’t need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that? You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things… I just don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me. And if they do something I don’t like I’ll tell them.”
Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chbosky
“You were true to her, even if she was not to you. Never repent of your own goodness, child. To stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.”
Brimstone – Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor
I learned so much. I now know my next story will have an outline. I learned where I can write. I learned to push through the hard parts. I learned to finish. I learned when I look over this story in a few months for the rewrite 95% of this story will be tossed and I’m fine with that.
The first draft is always shit. And mine was a big smelly one. But I can always say hell I did it! I did it for me.
“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”
Sylvia Plath
Dyson: “What? Are you back on Team Dyson?”
Kenzi: “You wish.”
Dyson: “Come on, we’re getting t-shirts.”
After the two “not selected” resumes, I received my story’s rejection. Today has been a boxer type of day. Think it’s time to retire trying to publish this story. I don’t think I’ve got an exact count of how many, “have not chosen” this story has been dealt but today will be this story’s last. Maybe another short story needs to be created to find a place on the printed page.
I will write more this year. Finish writing novels no matter how poor the ending. Push past the fear of being bad. Even if it’s the worst.
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