Bit of a anxiety attack today. The mentor dude willing to provide me some first-class, double, no, maked that quadruple ‘A, ‘ mentoring is back from Europe and wanted to see what kind of writing I had done.

A fistful of crappy pages were surrendered. (Imagine this place with slightly more point and a whole lot less of the fucking profanity. I probably could’a’ doubled my output if I jammed the swears in the right way.)

He was gracious and great and talked to me like a real regular person, not the halfwit that I, in fact, am. I love it when people don’t seem to suspect the retardation thing.

I’m gonna be heeding pretty much everything he said and trying for some structure and build up to get the stories to hang onto it. One thing is maybe taking a look at spending some time letting folks know who I am and how I got here and all. You know, some kind of, I was born a wee baby and then shit happened and now I’m a me. But, interesting.

Imagine that. Me. Writing. Interesting. I’ll see what I can do.