Last night I came home and almost cried over all the bills coming in and the thoughts of having to scrimp and save.
I just went up to my computer room and started revising a short story that failed at getting published in Wierd Tales.
I haven't sat down and actually written with purpose since I was in college last summer.
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I had signed up for a literature class. We were to study different works. Plato, Martin Luther King, etc. Then we had to analyse, and I don't mean make a summary of the writings but actually digest and get the meaning out of them.
To make matters worse I had signed up for the worst english teacher I had ever met.
Before meeting this teacher I was well on my way to having a rough draft of my first novel and several short stories were close to being done. Then this guy comes along and shatters my hopes and dreams by shooting down all that I had written for the class.
I never did show him my creative works, in fear of shattering my dreams of getting them published.
To make matters worse my first attempts at publishing a short story had failed and the editor didn't give me much feedback on how to improve it. He just told me to change the point of view. And I might as well just thow the story away if I did that.
Anyway, after barely scraping by in this class, having my ego trashed, and making my first C in english in a very long time. It was safe to say that I was all but through with writing.
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Skip ahead to present day.
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Yesterday I had started writing, and I know now that nothing will stop me from writing. I will become what I always dreamed and publish my writings.
My creative mind has waited too long and needs to be released.
I just went up to my computer room and started revising a short story that failed at getting published in Wierd Tales.
I haven't sat down and actually written with purpose since I was in college last summer.
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I had signed up for a literature class. We were to study different works. Plato, Martin Luther King, etc. Then we had to analyse, and I don't mean make a summary of the writings but actually digest and get the meaning out of them.
To make matters worse I had signed up for the worst english teacher I had ever met.
Before meeting this teacher I was well on my way to having a rough draft of my first novel and several short stories were close to being done. Then this guy comes along and shatters my hopes and dreams by shooting down all that I had written for the class.
I never did show him my creative works, in fear of shattering my dreams of getting them published.
To make matters worse my first attempts at publishing a short story had failed and the editor didn't give me much feedback on how to improve it. He just told me to change the point of view. And I might as well just thow the story away if I did that.
Anyway, after barely scraping by in this class, having my ego trashed, and making my first C in english in a very long time. It was safe to say that I was all but through with writing.
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Skip ahead to present day.
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Yesterday I had started writing, and I know now that nothing will stop me from writing. I will become what I always dreamed and publish my writings.
My creative mind has waited too long and needs to be released.
