EFF EM ELL
AIGH. I'M A COMPLETE HACK, MY WRITING IS STILTED, I HAVE NO GRASP OF PROSE, ALL MY IDEAS ARE STUPID AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING EVER. I'M GOING TO MOVE TO BOLIVIA OR WHEREVER THEY GROW BANANAS AND BECOME A BANANA FARMER AND CARRY A HUGE KNIFE TO KILL THE BANANA SPIDERS BECAUSE THERE WILL BE BANANA SPIDERS.
WHY DID I EVER WANT TO DO THIS PROFESSIONALLY? OH YEAH, BECAUSE I'LL BE WRITING WHAT I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT AND NOT TRYING TO PRODUCE "LITERATURE." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIGH.
(This post brought to you by Xan freaking out over her stupid creative writing class.)
WHY DID I EVER WANT TO DO THIS PROFESSIONALLY? OH YEAH, BECAUSE I'LL BE WRITING WHAT I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT AND NOT TRYING TO PRODUCE "LITERATURE." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIGH.
(This post brought to you by Xan freaking out over her stupid creative writing class.)