So today's the day I'm meeting with David Henry Sterry to be his intern. This may very well be the most important meeting of my life, and I'm only 22. Imagine if it goes like shit?
The fact is, I am in desperate need of mentorship, writing-wise. I'm a good writer - I know I am (despite the fact that I can't read my own writing and get embarrassed when other people are reading it) - I just don't know how to say to the publishing world: "Knock Knock! Pay attention to me!" This could be my break. And I cross my fingers that it is - I need to be a writer. Nothing else I could possibly do in life would make me feel more me than being a writer.
*sigh* Yet, I'm reminding myself to be nervous. I know I am a little, but I'm not very nervous, like maybe I should be. Maybe the fact that this could be the biggest and best thing to ever happen to me should make me a bit more anxious than I am.
I've been more nervous before going on job interviews in corporate America. Of course I didn't get those jobs, but I was more nervous. I'm nervous, of course, but there's no little voice in my head telling me all the bad things that will happen if I don't get this. I don't know if that voice has just disappeared, because lately it hasn't shown up, or if I just can't conceive not getting this.
... Mayybe, Jill, you should stop over analyzing this thing before you drive yourself insane.
Good idea Jill.
I know.
About Me
- Jill
- Jill was born, raised, and lives on Staten Island. It's not as bad there as it used to be. When she's not busy writing overly verbose things in her journal, she's often found doing stand-up comedy open mikes, and writing with her sketch comedy troupe... and wearing hats. She appreciates hugs all the time, from people who don't look like they're going to stab her and eat her flesh.
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