Dear _____,
This is ridiculous. You aren't a bad writer. You aren't "unabashedly unreadable" (which makes no sense, as I mentioned before). You need to work on your grammar and your spelling. There are a few kinks to the story, but it is a GOOD story. I wouldn't agree to help you with it if I didn't believe in its potential!
You need to take a step back and look at this. Think about this.
Do you really want to write?
Do you enjoy writing?
Is it something you want to do with your life?
If you answered yes to all three of those questions than you need to know that it is an uphill battle. You have to fight for what you want. It isn't just handed to you. If you want to write, DO IT! Don't let someone else's opinion change your desires. Don't let someone else dictate what you want to do! Work for it. Fight for it. DO IT!
Its ridiculous to suddenly just stop and say "I'm not doing this anymore."
You are acting like a child. Stop it. You are better than that! You are an intelligent and creative human being and it is demeaning to yourself to act this way.
If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't say these things. I would hate to see a bright star diminished just because he isn't appreciated by a couple of people. That's beneath you.
If you want someone to stand next to you on the uphill battle, I'm there. I'm willing, and able, to help you with your writing. I'm willing to help with grammar and spelling. Those are things I enjoy and I'm more than happy to help you with them. I am willing to be a test reader. I will be honest with you!
Don't give up. I have really enjoyed this story so far and I would hate for it to end before its even been properly finished.
sincerely, and with much love,
Sarai
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
I Stumble sometimes...
Dear StumbleUpon,
You are amazing. Wonderful. Fabulous, even. However, I have the feeling you are going to be the death of me. Well, that you'll cause the death of my relationship with Sleep. You see, Sleep suspects that you are doing stuff to keep us apart... And I have to agree. You've been showing me an awful lot of AMAZING stuff recently. You aren't jealous are you?
As a side note the following blew my mind:
www.learning-mind.com/10-mind-blowing-theories-that-will-change-your-perception-of-the-world/
I love you, StumbleUpon. Please don't make me choose between you and Sleep.
love,
Sarah
You are amazing. Wonderful. Fabulous, even. However, I have the feeling you are going to be the death of me. Well, that you'll cause the death of my relationship with Sleep. You see, Sleep suspects that you are doing stuff to keep us apart... And I have to agree. You've been showing me an awful lot of AMAZING stuff recently. You aren't jealous are you?
As a side note the following blew my mind:
www.learning-mind.com/10-mind-blowing-theories-that-will-change-your-perception-of-the-world/
I love you, StumbleUpon. Please don't make me choose between you and Sleep.
love,
Sarah
Friday, May 10, 2013
A dream away
Dear attractive figment of my imagination/dream consciousness,
I appreciate that you tried to give me $60.08 for a guitar. You are probably right, I need more guitar in my life. I could probably stand to learn to play. I would love to, in fact. Is this your way of telling me I need to do more of what I dream of doing? If so, maybe you should've given me a couple thousand for a motorcycle too.
What I am confused on, however, is why you suddenly became a leprechaun type creature before getting mutilated by zombies... And why that was somehow recorded into reality so that I could re-wind and not really save you. My confusion mounted as you turned into a lovely origami Chinese dragon which then got torn up by the zombies.
My kisses on your little origami dragon head somehow helped, I'm not sure why. But then you turned into an even bigger origami dragon and flew away leaving me wondering what I was going to do with the $0.08 you gave me when Guitars are so much more than $60 and some change...
In short, maybe its time you settled down. Hm?
love,
Sarah
I appreciate that you tried to give me $60.08 for a guitar. You are probably right, I need more guitar in my life. I could probably stand to learn to play. I would love to, in fact. Is this your way of telling me I need to do more of what I dream of doing? If so, maybe you should've given me a couple thousand for a motorcycle too.
What I am confused on, however, is why you suddenly became a leprechaun type creature before getting mutilated by zombies... And why that was somehow recorded into reality so that I could re-wind and not really save you. My confusion mounted as you turned into a lovely origami Chinese dragon which then got torn up by the zombies.
My kisses on your little origami dragon head somehow helped, I'm not sure why. But then you turned into an even bigger origami dragon and flew away leaving me wondering what I was going to do with the $0.08 you gave me when Guitars are so much more than $60 and some change...
In short, maybe its time you settled down. Hm?
love,
Sarah
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
A Liar, by any other name.
Dear ___,
Its fitting that you changed your name to Jacob.
Especially since it means "liar." You've spent your whole life telling lies, being hypocritical, two faced, etc. Its fitting that Jacob lied and stole from his own family. You lied about your love. You stole my youth, stole my everything.
You had Leah, a perfectly good wife, and you still kept lusting after a Rachel. Oh you were faithful, faithful in that you didn't have sex with another woman. But you were never faithful in your heart.
You believed you would be the father of nations, a king to rule. And then my mother turned out to be a Rachel in a baby sense. Unable to carry five children to term. And you stood in that pulpit, crying, mourning as if you were the only one affected by the loss. You act as if you are the only one who has ever been abused or hurt.
You talk about how your mother and father harmed your psyche (a word I'm sure you don't know how to spell or even pronounce), your "manhood," your sexuality.
What about my womanhood? My sexuality? Or _____'s manhood and sexuality? What about ______? Did it ever occur to you that you have damaged us in more ways than your parents ever damaged you?
You make excuses, hide behind your terrible childhood, adolescence.
"I was abused." You abused us.
"I was damaged." You damaged us.
Why don't you be a fucking man and own up to your mistakes? Why don't you stop whining and boo hooing?
"Oh, poor Jacob." Oh, poor you! Stop hiding behind your pathetic excuses and be a real man.
If I were a man, I would fight you. I would say all of these things to your face, because you are a coward. You will bow out. A man so deep in the closet because he hates what he doesn't understand. I wish I could make you see.
I wish I could shove your nose in all the shit you forced on us. All the pain, the heartache, the heartbreak. I wish I could force you to look at yourself and see.
Wishes are useless, however.
In the end I am left marveling at the irony of your choice in name. "Jacob hath I loved," said God. So you imagine yourself beloved by heaven. Jacob is a liar and a thief. How fitting that a "jealous" and "angry" God would love a liar like you.
Its fitting that you changed your name to Jacob.
Especially since it means "liar." You've spent your whole life telling lies, being hypocritical, two faced, etc. Its fitting that Jacob lied and stole from his own family. You lied about your love. You stole my youth, stole my everything.
You had Leah, a perfectly good wife, and you still kept lusting after a Rachel. Oh you were faithful, faithful in that you didn't have sex with another woman. But you were never faithful in your heart.
You believed you would be the father of nations, a king to rule. And then my mother turned out to be a Rachel in a baby sense. Unable to carry five children to term. And you stood in that pulpit, crying, mourning as if you were the only one affected by the loss. You act as if you are the only one who has ever been abused or hurt.
You talk about how your mother and father harmed your psyche (a word I'm sure you don't know how to spell or even pronounce), your "manhood," your sexuality.
What about my womanhood? My sexuality? Or _____'s manhood and sexuality? What about ______? Did it ever occur to you that you have damaged us in more ways than your parents ever damaged you?
You make excuses, hide behind your terrible childhood, adolescence.
"I was abused." You abused us.
"I was damaged." You damaged us.
Why don't you be a fucking man and own up to your mistakes? Why don't you stop whining and boo hooing?
"Oh, poor Jacob." Oh, poor you! Stop hiding behind your pathetic excuses and be a real man.
If I were a man, I would fight you. I would say all of these things to your face, because you are a coward. You will bow out. A man so deep in the closet because he hates what he doesn't understand. I wish I could make you see.
I wish I could shove your nose in all the shit you forced on us. All the pain, the heartache, the heartbreak. I wish I could force you to look at yourself and see.
Wishes are useless, however.
In the end I am left marveling at the irony of your choice in name. "Jacob hath I loved," said God. So you imagine yourself beloved by heaven. Jacob is a liar and a thief. How fitting that a "jealous" and "angry" God would love a liar like you.
In "loveing" memory.
Dear Jerk in front of me who glared as he passed,
You spelled "loving" wrong on your "In loving memory" sticker.
It's "loving" not "loveing."
sincerely,
Me.
You spelled "loving" wrong on your "In loving memory" sticker.
It's "loving" not "loveing."
sincerely,
Me.
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