Hey all,
I've been lurking for a few days and thought I'd formally say hi. I writer short stories and essays. I've had one of the former and two of the latter published and several really top notch personalised rejections but I still feel a faker. That is not ever going to change. I'm 44. The part that feels like a faker is finally weaker than the part that knows I'm a writer but they're all encased within a chronic fatigue syndrome body, just to add a bit of extra crust to the situation.
I live in a mentally enhancing 5:1 tree-to-person ratio on the outskirts of Melbourne, Australia.
I have come to the understanding that the despair cycle of writing always ends up in the same spot, which is where I realise yet again that I am going to keep writing even if I don't ever get published again because even if i throw a dummy spit and decide to stop this stupod charade, that will do nothing to stop the next glistening idea coming out of the shower spout begging to be written.
I like dogs and trees better than people which im not happy about because who'wants to'be a crusty middle aged misanthrope? And because i love people really; they just clash with my super thin skin.
I think the colour orange is really quite misunderstood.
I hate listicles. Im not very good at playing the game.
Pleased to meet you.
Sue
Yes, Hello
I've been lurking for a few days and thought I'd formally say hi. I writer short stories and essays. I've had one of the former and two of the latter published and several really top notch personalised rejections but I still feel a faker. That is not ever going to change. I'm 44. The part that feels like a faker is finally weaker than the part that knows I'm a writer but they're all encased within a chronic fatigue syndrome body, just to add a bit of extra crust to the situation.
I live in a mentally enhancing 5:1 tree-to-person ratio on the outskirts of Melbourne, Australia.
I have come to the understanding that the despair cycle of writing always ends up in the same spot, which is where I realise yet again that I am going to keep writing even if I don't ever get published again because even if i throw a dummy spit and decide to stop this stupod charade, that will do nothing to stop the next glistening idea coming out of the shower spout begging to be written.
I like dogs and trees better than people which im not happy about because who'wants to'be a crusty middle aged misanthrope? And because i love people really; they just clash with my super thin skin.
I think the colour orange is really quite misunderstood.
I hate listicles. Im not very good at playing the game.
Pleased to meet you.
Sue
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