Me: I hate this waiting game. I know they’re going to reject everything I’ve written, especially the longer story. I rushed it because the queue was growing and I was afraid my story wouldn’t make it in before they filled their story quotas. I don’t like how the story ended. Any reader can see it was rushed. I’m sure there are ‘holes’ in the storyline.
Self: No response.
Me: Maybe I’m just not cut out for this genre of writing.
Self: Really? So, what kind of genre are you cut out for?
Me: I don’t know anymore. I’m wondering if maybe all I can do is write informative articles.
Self: I heard that. I heard the dirty word, “ghostwriter”. You know, I know everything you’re thinking. I can hear you! After all, I am your mind. It sounds like you want to have a pity party, eh?
Me: Oh, f-off!
Self: Yeah. That’s the spirit. Get mad and give up.
Me: I’ve got things to do today. I can’t write today anyway.
Self: I know. But, you will be writing in your mind, won’t you? You always do. And you are trying to divert your attention, like switching up the layout of this blog.
Me: Yeah. I think I need a new design. More modern. More upbeat.
Self: Nothing wrong with that. After all, you are designing your ‘brand’. And you need to take a newer picture of yourself. You’ll have fixed your hair and makeup before your errands today, take the damn picture!
Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Self: WTF was that? Singing the Beatles?
Me: No response.
Self: Fine. Buck up! Go eat breakfast. Shower. Make out your to-do list for today.
Me: No response. But I will finish this post and go to the kitchen to eat, then shower, then make out the list.
“We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.” – Maya Angelou