There Goes my Writing Career
I’ve now been informed by my History professor that I can’t write for shit. Yeah, I know, the truth hurts.
I guess I’ll have to settle for just being a hack from now on. Guess I’d better inform my Journalism professor that the position she recommended me for at the local newspaper will just have to go to a more qualified writer. Hmmmm… and that short story they’re including in the book… guess I shouldn’t let them print it and embarass myself. I’ll contact the online places I wrote for and let them know I appreciate their generosity, but really. Oh, guess I should contact my English professor, my Economics, and Philosophy professors who kept copies of my papers for future examples and let them know they’ll have to trash them and wait until someone who can really write can give them good examples.
What the hell, I never wanted to be a writer anyhow. I’m just a good ole boy who never quite grew up. Gonna spend all my time on the beach diggin clams from now on.