28-Mar-2007
I know, I know. I've been neglecting y'all, but this damn short story is going to be the end of the career I don't have. This is not to say I'm not enjoying it - I am. But I'm hesitant, nay scared, to give it to people. I always fear judgment. I care what other people think and am not afraid to admit it. I'm downright uncomfortable in my own skin at times. And that especially goes for right after I send something out for critique. I'm getting more and more of an objective eye toward my own work, but I don't always trust it. Which is where friends come in. So I have to be careful to send things to people who will still love me if my writing sucks. Sigh...
In other news, my mother has offered me the following trip:
It's taking place in my father's hometown, which would mean he has two choices while there: his family (including bipolar father, aka my grandfather, and hepatitis cousin) or Angela Lansbury. He despises poor Angela; my mother loves her. She feels about Angela Lansbury the way I feel about Sarah Polley: that she is an artiste, a woman ahead of her time. My father just feels that Angela is ugly. So I'm debating. I want to go, really I do, but I don't want to get my hopes up and then have my plans fall through. Advice? Heckling?
They're having an international writers festival in my hometown? How odd.
You never let me read your stuff...you know it's because you know I won't love you anymore, right?