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A world where poetry can pay the rent and get you laid…

Musings from my professor:
“She was a bitch…I think she needed more Prozac.”
“I love a world where poetry can pay the rent and get you laid.”

My short story is done in the sense that it is turned in. I guess its good that its not great because it can now only get better in the rewrite. I don’t like the ending though. I basically had one paragraph that I really liked and then another paragraph I really liked with a big ole blank spot in between where the guy was supposed to say something brilliant. It sat like that for 2 weeks, he never thought of anything. We’ll see how it goes in workshop.

And wtf? I was so totally fine and then he calls and now doesn’t call back. He was probably drunk or something.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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