> Sorry to have been absent from the other fascinating discussion
> here (and sorry you got hurt, Quinn),

I'll recover from this ... it's the feeling that sucks more than the
actual events.

What sucks the most is allowing it eat at me. I can't shake the
feeling that a "real" writer doesn't let this kind of fecal matter in
the emotional door.

I look at bigger tragedies (insert many *real* sob stories here --
mine and others' -- the big stuff) and say, "This crap is trivial,
Quinn -- don't be such a drama queen. Don't sweat such small stuff."

But then I realize ... hell, I am more sensitive than I allowed myself
to admit in the past. This writing thing ... was about ME and my EGO,
and I drew a line in the sand, daring idiots to cross it ... and when
they did ... I whined like a two-year-old about it. How utterly gauche
of me.

--
Quinn Tyler Jackson
http://members.shaw.ca/qjackson/
http://members.shaw.ca/jacksonsolutions/

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