i pretended to be referred to a publisher today in a draft email.
*Edit: I sent this email. Hence the waiting game.
like i am suddenly just a writer, turning the stories of all the people i despise into a novella of six short parts.
my hope is that it can be turned into a gruesome screenplay for a ten-ep streaming series. i’m not sure if we have it ourselves to support *that* type of writing with a homeline brand, but if Rosamund Pike can play the part (with the hairstyles to match!), I can just as well be it, right?!
let’s just realize, i am pretending to have recommendations and passing emails to honor my accolades in a field of which i am not a part, in order to further procrastinate every and all responsibility towards the job i currently have.
how was your weekend?!
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