The Pet Peeves of the Frustrated Author, Part 3
When I'm typing with a furious pace, a look of concentration on my face, and a half finished paragraph visible from over my shoulder, it means I'm busy. I'm concentrating. I'm writing. I'M OBVIOUSLY ON A ROLL HERE, PEOPLE. Breaking my train of thought when I finally get going on something makes me want to scream.
And there are no exceptions to this. No one is so special and wonderful that I don't mind being violently derailed by them. No one is so quiet and sneaky that I don't notice them flopped in my guest chair breathing at the top of their lungs.
Do I need a shirt that says "Writing is a job. If anyone could do it, everyone would"? I'd have thought the internet would have made that painfully clear by now.
I'm so pissed off right now that I think I'll go stare at my friend Guy 2 until he takes off his headphones, stops coding, and cheers my ass up. Irony FTW.
And there are no exceptions to this. No one is so special and wonderful that I don't mind being violently derailed by them. No one is so quiet and sneaky that I don't notice them flopped in my guest chair breathing at the top of their lungs.
Do I need a shirt that says "Writing is a job. If anyone could do it, everyone would"? I'd have thought the internet would have made that painfully clear by now.
I'm so pissed off right now that I think I'll go stare at my friend Guy 2 until he takes off his headphones, stops coding, and cheers my ass up. Irony FTW.
posted by Sanya at 4:15 PM
1 Comments:
Some people just don't get it.
Please, take a minute to read
THIS and vote for "Jodi & Andrew" on the site mentioned there. We'd really appreciate it. Thanks!
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