:Random 19:

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I used to dream about my work being discussed in an English Literature course. One day a group of kids will be trying to figure out what the hell I was talking about. I’d be praised among the
Dickensons,
Frosts,
Morrisons,
Angelous,
Hurstons, and
Cisneros.

But probably not. And that’s fine. I’ll keep writing anyway.

2 thoughts on “:Random 19:

  1. It’s funny I read this because I sort of feel the same way. I told myself that when I publish my book, I don’t care if I have the only copy in America, as long as I have a book on my shelf with my name on it, I feel like I have arrived! Lol

    1. Lol exactly! & I think when you want to be celebrated and held in the same regard as the writers we’ve studied in school, you lose yourself in trying to match their greatness.

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