If I were to sell my soul, would anyone buy it?
My mind is a quagmire of cliché and wisdom and adages regarding the grail of publication.
How swollen is my ego? Or is it that I know I am not that good?
I have managed to go through another year without striving for publication.
Am I drowning in the water I am writing on?
How swollen is my ego? Or is it that I know I am not that good?
I have managed to go through another year without striving for publication.
Am I drowning in the water I am writing on?
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We should meet up some time soon for beer and stuff. Haven't seen you in aaaaages. How's
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We'll both be at Popstarz tonight...
And I hope I am
:-)