I finished something I finally thought was really good. Not knock 'em dead good, but good... where you leave the theater feeling good, you know? Well hell... I missed the mark again by a whisker, evidently. Everybody likes it but no cigar. It's pretty damn tough during the acceptance phase of knowing you failed again to hit the target even when you had that sonofabitch dead in the cross-hairs. If I was bucking for a promotion in corporate America, at a job I knew I was good at, and got constantly turned down, I'd probably quit and move on to another company. But in this Fuc*ing God-forsaken wasteland there is no other company to go to.
So if you want it... like I do... you gotta suck it up and start over on a new one. It blows meat for sure, but once you accept it, you laugh and roll up a blank sheet of paper on the laptop.
(But I'd still like to wring those motherf*cker's necks every which way to Sunday.) *wink*
So if you want it... like I do... you gotta suck it up and start over on a new one. It blows meat for sure, but once you accept it, you laugh and roll up a blank sheet of paper on the laptop.
(But I'd still like to wring those motherf*cker's necks every which way to Sunday.) *wink*
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