And so it goes
Supervisor: "Mary, I have to tell you, [daughter] finished your books and she loves them, she came to me and said they were so much better than Twilight. So I asked her why, and she said "well the characters are much more real". She read them so fast and she was so engaged, it makes me so happy."
Remember that this is a teenage girl who loves Twilight enough that she voluntarily listens to Rathboner's music. And she loves my books more. Eee!
I am so sore and achy and miserable this morning that it hurts to even move my shoulderblades to make my arms move to type, and I'm frustrated with book 5, and feeling like a complete horrible failure in every respect*. So that was a nice perker-upper to begin the workday with.
But book 5 is still kicking my useless form and laughing as I cry. I absolutely want to finish it before the America trip, which means I have about a month and a half, tops, to finish it. I can do that if I go like blazes -- trouble is that I've got, you know, work and school and babysitting and junk as well. Urgh. My diamond shoes are too tight, whine whine whine.
Depending on how the day goes, draft-readers may or may not have another chunk thrown at them this afternoon or tomorrow morning. Ha! Sucks to be you, draft-readers!
*Essentially, I am the fattest, ugliest, most obnoxious, messiest, laziest, stupidest, most pathetic, least talented, most self-deluded, least fashionable, least amusing, most generally fucking useless person on the entire planet and I just want to curl up and not be me anymore.
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Remember that this is a teenage girl who loves Twilight enough that she voluntarily listens to Rathboner's music. And she loves my books more. Eee!
I am so sore and achy and miserable this morning that it hurts to even move my shoulderblades to make my arms move to type, and I'm frustrated with book 5, and feeling like a complete horrible failure in every respect*. So that was a nice perker-upper to begin the workday with.
But book 5 is still kicking my useless form and laughing as I cry. I absolutely want to finish it before the America trip, which means I have about a month and a half, tops, to finish it. I can do that if I go like blazes -- trouble is that I've got, you know, work and school and babysitting and junk as well. Urgh. My diamond shoes are too tight, whine whine whine.
Depending on how the day goes, draft-readers may or may not have another chunk thrown at them this afternoon or tomorrow morning. Ha! Sucks to be you, draft-readers!
*Essentially, I am the fattest, ugliest, most obnoxious, messiest, laziest, stupidest, most pathetic, least talented, most self-deluded, least fashionable, least amusing, most generally fucking useless person on the entire planet and I just want to curl up and not be me anymore.
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comments at the moment.