Coach Bob
I’m so excited, guys! I’m officially talking to my fiction professor about GETTING PUBLISHED!!
I don’t think words can appropriately express the feelings inside me. What words could justly describe what it feels like to start making a dream happen? There just…aren’t words; there are tears. Tears of happiness. It’s like whenever I start talking about me mum, and I get all choked up because I love her so much. It’s like that, but it’s my dream. My DREAM!
I’m ecstatic. What was the drudgery of the day is now luminescent with a flutter of my heart, a tingle in my belly-because I know. I know:
It’s happening. Oh my dear god…it’s happening…
I still have so far to go, and I know that. I’m sure there are many rejection letters in my future. But my god, I’LL BE GETTING LETTERS FROM PUBLISHERS!! I’m full of such hope and good humor. I feel like I’ll be able to handle the rejections, but it is hard to say. I’m filled with such a bright outlook, though I do keep trying to calm myself down that it’s so far away and true triumph is likely to be, too. I just… oh man.
“Coach Bob” (aka my fiction teacher) seems thrilled. He’s excited to help me. You can see it in him. He’ll do whatever he can to help, and he’s just, ugh-he’s just wonderful. He said he thought a lot of my stories were almost ready to go out as they are. He said that they are “just so darned good” and that he thinks this process “will come very naturally” to me. OMG!!!!!! It was so hard to keep in control. I could have jumped up and danced a little jig.
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t think words can appropriately express the feelings inside me. What words could justly describe what it feels like to start making a dream happen? There just…aren’t words; there are tears. Tears of happiness. It’s like whenever I start talking about me mum, and I get all choked up because I love her so much. It’s like that, but it’s my dream. My DREAM!
I’m ecstatic. What was the drudgery of the day is now luminescent with a flutter of my heart, a tingle in my belly-because I know. I know:
It’s happening. Oh my dear god…it’s happening…
I still have so far to go, and I know that. I’m sure there are many rejection letters in my future. But my god, I’LL BE GETTING LETTERS FROM PUBLISHERS!! I’m full of such hope and good humor. I feel like I’ll be able to handle the rejections, but it is hard to say. I’m filled with such a bright outlook, though I do keep trying to calm myself down that it’s so far away and true triumph is likely to be, too. I just… oh man.
“Coach Bob” (aka my fiction teacher) seems thrilled. He’s excited to help me. You can see it in him. He’ll do whatever he can to help, and he’s just, ugh-he’s just wonderful. He said he thought a lot of my stories were almost ready to go out as they are. He said that they are “just so darned good” and that he thinks this process “will come very naturally” to me. OMG!!!!!! It was so hard to keep in control. I could have jumped up and danced a little jig.
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!