I'm afraid that for the moment we will have to pass on Measuring
Up, but we are really happy that you let us the opportunity to read
your story, and wish you nothing but the best in your future career.
Total jerkwads, amirite? And see how they left out the word "have"? They're morons too. Abusive and sub-literate. Who's with me on this?!
So I'm blue, sitting here with my rejection letter and my cancer. I did take a walk and lift weights, so I'm sweaty and virtuous, but that seems to be trumped by sad and blue and rejected and disease-ridden and desolate in the certain knowledge that I'm a complete failure as an aspiring YA authoress.
But as I wallow I also turn my mind to Improving Literature, as in, I have a hankering to read some. I've read many of the "classics" but certainly not all — probably not even half. And there are some that I would very much like to read (as opposed to books that I would like to have read. I have zero interest in reading David Copperfield — zero!! — but it feels so lame not to have read it). I'm starting with Jane Eyre, which will be a reread, but I read it so long ago that I'm hazy on the details, and then here's my plan for the New Year:
- January, Anna Karenina
- February, The Picture of Dorian Gray
- March, Frankenstein
- April, The Scarlet Letter
- May, Uncle Tom's Cabin
- June, Emma
I'm trying to convince Brunie to come drink bourbon with me right now (my exact request was "...and help me pluck off the leeches of self-pity" — what kind of bad un-friend could turn this down???), but she has so far turned a deaf ear. Thus adding to my total and utter rejection, Brunie.
Guess I'm drinking alone! Ah, sweet hooch — you never fail me, and you're always here.
— Lady C