The green eyed monster rears it's head
Jun. 17th, 2009 07:43 amThere are some surprisingly bitter moments in the writing life, or well, the attempt to become a professional. For instance, seeing someone (not a friend, I should add, because I'd be really happy for a friend) announce they've been offered representation by an agent who rejected you after getting your hopes up for no good reason.
This is why I am ever so glad that I was raised in the South. Because we Southern ladies have a long and proud tradition of being able to smile while gritting our teeth and pretending to be happy for people even as we're silently hoping they accidentally tuck the back of their skirt into their pantyhose and have toilet paper stuck to their shoes for the rest of eternity. We can be vicious bitches when we want to.
Or, as we say in my family, you can insult anyone you like as long as you begin with the phrase, "God bless their heart..."
I suppose it's just kind of a twist of the knife to see someone who obviously beat you out for something you really wanted. I don't do so well with competition. Well, I don't do well with abject defeat. Not one of my finer features as a human being, and it always shocks me how ugly it can turn me.
Well, this game is about being able to lose nine and win ten. So, I will do the only thing I know to do. Go outside, exercise off some of the bile and jealousy and then sit my ass down and keep working on my current project. When in doubt, get back to work, right?
This is why I am ever so glad that I was raised in the South. Because we Southern ladies have a long and proud tradition of being able to smile while gritting our teeth and pretending to be happy for people even as we're silently hoping they accidentally tuck the back of their skirt into their pantyhose and have toilet paper stuck to their shoes for the rest of eternity. We can be vicious bitches when we want to.
Or, as we say in my family, you can insult anyone you like as long as you begin with the phrase, "God bless their heart..."
I suppose it's just kind of a twist of the knife to see someone who obviously beat you out for something you really wanted. I don't do so well with competition. Well, I don't do well with abject defeat. Not one of my finer features as a human being, and it always shocks me how ugly it can turn me.
Well, this game is about being able to lose nine and win ten. So, I will do the only thing I know to do. Go outside, exercise off some of the bile and jealousy and then sit my ass down and keep working on my current project. When in doubt, get back to work, right?