Got my new desk in today. Did NOT get time to read Kate's chapter, and because so mad I cried. Those who know me well do not take that lightly. Crying means I'm one step closer to hitting. Goddam people and their poo pooing of my feelings. If I say I'm upset about something don't fucking tell me I'm over fucking reacting.
So, how about this title? Survive the Dead.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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Screw the bastards! Don't let them get to you. Their opinions are worse than useless. Go hit something inanimate -- and not with your fist!
Sorry to hear it was such a crappy day. Hope things are better today. Thinking of you.
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