Yes, I’m still alive. Apologies to all for the disappearing act…and encore of said disappearing act. Been quite busy. But more on that later.
Yesterday I was organizing my desk and came across some peer feedback I received in a creative writing class I took in college when I was probably 18 years old. I figured it was too good not to share.
This is what two people wrote about my story:
“Angela, about ‘Rabid Mermaids,’ what can I say? This has got to be one of the most funny and unusual stories I have ever read. You have a twisted sense of humor, I like that….”
Cool, huh? I rock, right? Think again.
“I’m afraid your story is ludicrous. I’m sure anyone who told this story around a campfire would get the dookey beat out of ’em. I always feel cheated when I read a story and it doesn’t make sense or have a point. Where did this come from? What inspired you to do this? Writing stories demands concentration, it demands some sort of intent. I don’t see any intention here.”
Yowch! Whoa, the shrapnel of my ego exploding flew all the way to the far wall. So much blood….<swoon>
Moral of the story? I guess ya can’t please ’em all, you can only please yourself. <eg>
And yes, the story is called “Rabid Mermaids”; yes, I still have it; and no, you can’t read it as I’m a firm supporter of self-preservation and have no interest in getting the dookey beaten out of me.
* Special thanks to cosbinator1 at deviantART.com for permission to post his awesome rendition of Evil Ariel.