I spoke too soon
It's rainy and dead out here. I was sent home from work last night because the tourists have opted to stay away this weekend, lest they be forced to canoe around town. Craig's away enjoying a stay in Kiawah (and appropriately so, for he wouldn't have made any money this weekend anyway), which leaves me alone with...
The Thesis.
My deadline is utterly close and I'm ready to chuck the whole thing and start over. It's a terrible feeling, to know that you had a great idea and somehow never brought it to fruition because you are, whether you like it or not, still a rookie. I will not panic. I will not panic because everything takes time and patience and panicking is the antithesis of that, pun super intended. I will, however, take a cue from my cat. If she were to take a stab at writing a novel, she'd do it with a calm, paced attitude and unrushed confidence would stream from her expressions like ejaculated rainbows. Until a bug walked by.
The Thesis.
My deadline is utterly close and I'm ready to chuck the whole thing and start over. It's a terrible feeling, to know that you had a great idea and somehow never brought it to fruition because you are, whether you like it or not, still a rookie. I will not panic. I will not panic because everything takes time and patience and panicking is the antithesis of that, pun super intended. I will, however, take a cue from my cat. If she were to take a stab at writing a novel, she'd do it with a calm, paced attitude and unrushed confidence would stream from her expressions like ejaculated rainbows. Until a bug walked by.
2 Comments:
You are so much further than a lot of people with writing ambitions get. Hang in there and this will pay off.
Thanks. I'm looking forward to having a bulky manuscript I can leave on my coffee table when visitors come over.
What's that? Oh, that's just my novel. You want to what my what with what? Get out of my house or I'm calling the cops.
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