Untold Untruths
Mike Wozowski is gobsmacked for good reason.
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Tuesday, July 26
Oh, the Agony of Kiasu-ism!
O lamentable day! Look, look, O heavy day! O woeful time!
I encouraged Liz so to take part in the MPH Young Writer's Competition, and now I am in throes of agony. I'm presuming that this is nature's way of dealing with my pride and prejudice toward my writing and hers. O woeful time! I never anticipated such keen competition from her. My men of Silver wither and thaw in their presupposed glory when placed side by side with her Hector and Marvin... Why was I so foolish as to think my men of Silver were like the moon and the stars and that no man (or no student of Catholic High School, anyway) could fly as high as I on the wings of a pig? Sniff...
There can be no joy to be held from reading the passages of my Silver men any longer. Every sentence reeks of cliches, every seam in the plot wails abysmally, and everything about it screams "not good enough!" back at me.
And to think I hoped, nay, presumed I might win!
O lamentable day...
I encouraged Liz so to take part in the MPH Young Writer's Competition, and now I am in throes of agony. I'm presuming that this is nature's way of dealing with my pride and prejudice toward my writing and hers. O woeful time! I never anticipated such keen competition from her. My men of Silver wither and thaw in their presupposed glory when placed side by side with her Hector and Marvin... Why was I so foolish as to think my men of Silver were like the moon and the stars and that no man (or no student of Catholic High School, anyway) could fly as high as I on the wings of a pig? Sniff...
There can be no joy to be held from reading the passages of my Silver men any longer. Every sentence reeks of cliches, every seam in the plot wails abysmally, and everything about it screams "not good enough!" back at me.
And to think I hoped, nay, presumed I might win!
O lamentable day...