As a writer there are a lot of valuable lessons to be learned even from rejections and failures. Recently I pinned all my hopes on a writing competition that I had entered, one that in the past had resulted in large publishing deals and even awards. I even planned in my head what I might wear should I make it to the launch. Dreams are really important and as a friend pointed out to be this week self belief is one of the most important things to keep.
In a desperate attempt to keep my spirits high and my writing going I've been working on a new website, furiously working out how to write a good synopsis and editing my novel with blue sticky notes and a lot of biro.
Not every great writer gets published. That's just a fact. Sometimes they languish at the bottom of slushpiles and yet the enjoyment they get from writing can be enough. Yes I'd love to be published, of course I would, but for now I'm happy trying!
Angels dont have tatoos, dear - purely a worldly craze...
ReplyDeleteThey're muuuch too mature for that.
No doubt.
How long have they been around?
From the begining of time
which is, like, a lil' less than when God Almighty created the universe.
So, no, I dont think angels have tatoos, dear.
Nevertheless...
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Angels dont have tatoos, dear - purely a worldly craze...
ReplyDeleteThey're muuuch too mature for that.
No doubt.
How long have they been around?
From the begining of time
which is, like, a lil' less than when God Almighty created the universe.
So, no, I dont think angels have tatoos, dear.
Nevertheless...
Yay! You RITE!! Gotta lotta subtle, stupendous, supersonic, sassy, savvy, kick-ass elixers and electronic elegance on our YOUTHwitheTRUTH blogs. N'joym, dear.
CAUTION: our 22ish, wildchild, accurately-atrocious, metal-breadKrumm-blogazms R a total waste-of-time, yet, a total wealth of bottomless sophistication... yet, 97.79% loser-like-qualities. How so? Who else has actually seen the Great Beyond in person and lived to tella youse bout the bionic, bloted, brevity-like-earth we're living on now - precisely the illusion of an umbrella: if you dont got it, toots, you dont got it.
But, yet, Seventh-Heaven's an ultra-great-reward, an excruciatingly fab-YOU-lous, exploded-plethora-of-produce, prize-at-the-end, explosion-of-reality with extravagant treasures few R asking for anymore: they're much too concerned withe exploits of the piss-ants.
Lemme tella youse summore without d'New Joisey accent, kapiche? ...or else d'boys gotta wanna makea youse sleepa d'fishes, Vinny...
Break-free, dood. Wiseabove. Wanna join this sinfull mortal Upstairs for the most zany, kooky, par excellence, extremely-exquisite-and-explicit ethereal endorphins in abundance, physically-and-psychologically-picturesque antidotes, puh-lenty of pulverizingly-tantalizing psychopathic, psycho/somatic, kick-ass, ultra-mongo-maximum-rocket-fuel-party-hardy at my place ya ever encountered 4 an eternal slew of precarious, magnanimous & primeval absurdities etchedin the granite corridoors of eternity with a total-barrage-of-melt-in-thy-mouth infinte indulgence ...???
Make Your Choice -SAW