Kiss my Irish Ass!
My story is done. Almost. I'm going to submit it to this website I'm part of in a few days. It's basically a collection of writers that proof read each others stuff and give advice. It's actually owned or affiliated with, anyway, the Coppolla family. I have such respect of does people they have produced some amazing directors. Everyone there seems to be very serious about their "craft" so I'm worried about what they will say about my stuff. How will they react? Am I good enough to be a published writer? I don't know. I don't write this post to get any sort of "oh maria don't worry you will" blah blah. I don't need reassurance. This is a battle with myself. It's simply a matter of time so please save your breath. Writing is my passion. It always has been and I never really realized it till a few months ago. It one of the reasons I rp. I realize I'll always write. It's like some weird demon inside of me won't let me stop. I hope I can get published. Oh God it's such a wish of mine. It will feel like such an accomplishment and I have a feeling one day I will be. Than I know I have a talent. I know my life matters.
No, that's selfish to say. We aren't suppose to live just for ourselves. We are suppose to give a part of ourselves to each other. I'll try my best never to forget that. Never to lose myself within my own universe. It's a myth. An illusion. One I shall conquer or maybe die trying. We all just end up as toe tags right? Pushing daisies. I don't know what comes after death. I've resigned myself to simply being curious but not too curious. Too curious is bad. When I was younger I thought it wouldn't be so bad if I died because I was curious about what came afterwards. Is that morbid? Probably. I didn't think of suicide or anything don't take my words as such. I just wondered what happens when you die? Is there God? Peace? Or hell. That's what dear ol' Will tried to say with his To Be or Not To Be speach. What comes after death? You can kill yourself to escape the troubles of this world but are you so sure what comes afterwards is so much better?
Maria
No, that's selfish to say. We aren't suppose to live just for ourselves. We are suppose to give a part of ourselves to each other. I'll try my best never to forget that. Never to lose myself within my own universe. It's a myth. An illusion. One I shall conquer or maybe die trying. We all just end up as toe tags right? Pushing daisies. I don't know what comes after death. I've resigned myself to simply being curious but not too curious. Too curious is bad. When I was younger I thought it wouldn't be so bad if I died because I was curious about what came afterwards. Is that morbid? Probably. I didn't think of suicide or anything don't take my words as such. I just wondered what happens when you die? Is there God? Peace? Or hell. That's what dear ol' Will tried to say with his To Be or Not To Be speach. What comes after death? You can kill yourself to escape the troubles of this world but are you so sure what comes afterwards is so much better?
Maria