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Jul. 1st, 2002 10:54 amI'm so tired. Rosa stayed up past 11 again last night, and I was too frustrated to sleep then, so I ended up staying up until 1:30 or so reading The Last Hot Time by John M. Ford. I don't quite understand the ending.
"Afraid of it. Afraid of success." People on the other side of the office are teasing one of my co-workers about her book--she's writing a novel. But the words...it might be exactly true of me and my writing. Why might that be? Because success would mean exposing my true self to people for whom I've been playing roles for so long? I don't know.
( Weekend update. )
"Afraid of it. Afraid of success." People on the other side of the office are teasing one of my co-workers about her book--she's writing a novel. But the words...it might be exactly true of me and my writing. Why might that be? Because success would mean exposing my true self to people for whom I've been playing roles for so long? I don't know.
( Weekend update. )
