To my parents, Ayn Rand and God.
Someday, I know I will be appreciated for all the hard work and effort I have put into this writing job. Someday, I know, after all the excessive hours spent researching for these $7.50 articles, after struggling with the vague copy editor requests or the strange way they insist upon APA's bewildering rule of no serial commas, I know that someone, someday, is going to come up to me and say, "You're Nora Huynh Kitchen, aren't you? Your article was the best, most thoughtful and descriptive account of How to Cut a Cone Shape I've ever seen in my entire life." That is the moment I wait for. And it will come.
I just know it.
(Though actually, the cone article is a $15 article. And really, if that isn't showing appreciation for my writerly skills, I don't know what is. Cause they certainly weren't paying for real, useful information, I can tell you that.)
I just know it.
(Though actually, the cone article is a $15 article. And really, if that isn't showing appreciation for my writerly skills, I don't know what is. Cause they certainly weren't paying for real, useful information, I can tell you that.)