Well, that seems like a bit of hyperbole since no one died
and no one was maimed. However, my ego took a pretty good kick in the teeth.
And since I have a wee bit of the drama queen in me, I decided the best course
of action was to pout and then to write an entirely
self-satisfying-stuart-smalleyesque blog about my own awesomeness.
I could rail about how unfair it is that I’m no longer featured on Patch but then I think about those poor Patch readers who are not on my facebook or blog and will have no idea how to find me. That makes me sad.
For them.
So, if you see them, send them to the blog. For their own sake. You’ll be doing a tremendous public service. Honest.
Then of course there is the writing contest that I failed to win. I know, right?! Outrageous! Hasn’t Pam gone through enough? To heap this disappointment on her. Who knows how she’ll cope!
I didn’t expect to win. After all, I’ve never written fiction before. But that didn’t make me feel any better when I lost. I was mad and hurt. How dare they not love me! Everyone loves me (and Pam).
Who do they think they are? Asshats!
I was on the verge of cancelling my account and deleting them when I thought, “Know who else didn’t get any appreciation from snotty writer types? Stephen King!”
Yeah, I’m a little deluded but I’ve long ago learned to live with that aspect of my personality.
Anyway, I’m still here. Still writing. Hopefully, my eleven non-related fans will continue to read and share. Share. And Share.
Who knows how the blog will shake out in the future? I may end up back at Patch or maybe I’ll finally get my big break and be able to write for the OCM (that’s some local humor). I’m definitely going to explore new opportunities.
Emma thinks I should start a tumblr.
I’m pretty sure I’m not cool enough for that.
Yet…
