February 28, 2012 in Alternative Cult-ure
I recently began taking a creative writing class. There has only been one session, during which I managed to fill a one and a half page of college-lined loose leaf paper with a loosely based autobiographical story (not my own) about drugs and deception. It is clearly a masterpiece. I read it four times in the last week and I am awed by my ability to craft a story.
Now I am purrr-plexed cuz I don’t know how to tell everyone how great of a story-teller I am. Is it bad to email everyone I know a copy of my story? I’m not going to email it to my brother whom the story is about, as I know he’d dispute every single one of the somewhat questionable details. (True, I’ve embellished a bit but that is a given; every great author bends the truth to an extent.)
Because I think I’m such a good writer, I don’t think I will get my feelings hurt at all if someone rejects my work. It’s because I KNOW it’s good, and I have a self-proclaimed cocky attitude to shield me from any potential pain that a perceived peer-reviewed rejection might inflict. This is my new motto:
If people don’t like my written work, then it is their loss! They are simply jealous of my extremely talented ability to navigate the English language.
I’d like to give advice to all the other budding writers out there: You should be more like me! I am somehow strangely distant to the words that I write; although it is personal I don’t take what I write personally. It’s not that I live all of the time in a world of positive illusions; it’s that when I write about myself I disassociate myself from the character in the story. It’s me but not me. Doing that is will allow me to vainly self-promote my stories all over the internet. Well, I do only have one story so far and it hasn’t been typed up yet BUT you get this gist.
–Authored by Klever4Eva
Addendum: I’ve decided that Tuesday is my super quesadilla day. That means I get to gorge on the juiciest, thickest, wettest, biggest fried quesadilla packed with fresh avocado, salsa, white cheese, green sauce, salsa and boiled chicken.
SEE BELOW FOR SHOCKING PHOTOS
THIS IS WHAT A SUPER QUESADILLA LOOKS LIKE IN SAN FRANCISCO VERSUS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE IN NEW YORK, WHERE IT COST $3 MORE.
New Yorkers may want to start a change.org petition.