Monday morning came too quickly and the submission was due by 10am. I woke up early enough, grabbed the computer and got to work. Like I said, the story had been rolling around in my head for a while, so it wasn’t hard to throw it down on the page. I read and re-read and it looked good. And I was confident- this one would make it to the next round. I waited a few days and then checked back to see how the ratings were going.
Where do you find ‘original’ anymore? Poking a badger with a spoon- well, I’m sure not many people have done that, though probably far more have now that Eddie Izzard brought it up. I’m reading a hilarious book right now called “Sh*t my Dad Says.” It feels original- I doubt many people have heard a lot of the things this guy’s dad has said (and here’s a plug- if you want to pee yourself laughing, seriously go get this book). I just finished a book called “The Imperfectionists” which was told in an interesting way. I guess it could be classes as somewhat original. But all stories boil down to love, loss, growth, stagnation, and death.
After thinking about it long and hard, I don’t feel bad about what those people said. I mean really, if you think about it, how can anyone do anything original nowadays?