Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Holy Drafts ...



I wouldn’t have wished it on my worst enemy but I went and sent my draft manuscript to my bestest friend in the whole wide world of wonder and now I’m in a state of petrified terror.  I know it was crap. I hadn’t finished it, dammit.  I had no right sending out a draft … and to HIM.  Shit, it has major mistakes and so many holes in it – some of which I fixed AFTER I’d emailed it to him.  Oh geez, I can’t sleep now.   Why do I do this to myself?  Never mind that, why did I do it to my pal?  He must hate me so much. I bet he wishes he never heard of me. Sorry, dude.  Oh god I’m on tenterhooks so bad, can’t sleep (did I say that already).  Crap, hell and bugger it.

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