--DON'T CRY FOR ME ARGENTINA
…I wrote a bad book.
I wrote it and rewrote it and then edited it some more.
A week ago I realized that somehow the physical manuscript had become tampered with. I might have punched a button by accident. Or something like that.
The indentations all disappeared.
So, to correct this mishap, I spent several hours indenting each paragraph until my hand went numb.
Along the way, I found many typos I'd managed to miss in the first three versions/edits.
Along the way, I re-visited those words and discovered that quite a lot of them were drivel.
I learned the novel was really not that good.
And so I pouted for a few hours. I got selfish I wallowed in self-pity.
That is what I'll do.
…Here are some things for the weekend, all from Robb Todd's collection, "Steal Me For Your Stories":
“You know what is great about the sun? It doesn’t give a shit about your problems.”
“Anger is almost always useless.”
“Nothing makes me want you more than you wanting me.”
“The only women who want me are the women who hate themselves.”