Doomsday
The new office chairs we got last week are extra rolly. It’s nice, because I can easily roll back and forth, back and forth, back and forth over and over again. I’m filled with fidgety energy, and I haven’t even had a lick of caffeine today.
Tonight my short story “Hey Lady” will be workshopped in class. For reasons I cannot explain, I am a total wreck. I don’t know why this one has me so anxious. I’ve been workshopped about 59 kabillion times. And while “Hey Lady” is a bit different than anything I’ve written I don’t think it’s in the same realm of shittiness as The Short Story that was so Shitty it Made the Baby Jesus Weep. However, I think I will be raked across the coals.
It doesn’t help that The Hottie’s story was so fucking good.
Gah. I don’t even know why this is bothering me. My story, while not perfect, is certainly not the worst I’ve ever read. Maybe it’s because I know I can do better and I feel like I didn’t put my best foot forward.
Or maybe I’m just completely insane.
I just got yelled at to stop rocking, and to stop humming. I think I’m going to have to switch to either pacing or twitching.
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kelly // Oct 26 06 at 12:54 pmIt’s a rule, on workshop day you’re allowed to hum and rock and/or roll to your heart’s content.
You will not be raked over the coals.
I’m bummed I won’t be there tonight. If anyone makes you cry write down their names and I’ll kick their asses when I get back.
Ehartwig // Oct 26 06 at 7:58 pmYou missed an awesome concert last night. The Hold Steady was awesome!
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