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fiat_knoxI woke up to this:-
Today you could have a powerful dream that leaves a strong impression on you after you wake up, Fiat Knox. You have always been a bit psychic, and sometimes you have dreams that contain important messages for you. Try to recapture the images and events of your dream, and pay attention to what your dreams tell you over the next few days. Your subconscious mind or Higher Self could be trying to tell you something!
Yeah.
Well, the dream that I woke up to was this.
I've already kind of given up writing for the Wolf, because writing pitches for them and getting no feedback for your efforts kind of gets real old, real fast. Worse, if a damned good idea gets shot down a full nine months after sending it. Nine months of wondering. It's too much.
And now two whole months without a bite from Mongoose, despite having sent them four Signs & Portents articles last month, and an even greater number of pitches for books.
Worse; yesterday, I was supposed to hear from the college about my competition entry, and also on an unrelated matter about my application for employment there.
All I want to do in life is to make a difference. And I'm up against this glass ceiling again. I'm too old, or I come from Wrexham, or I'm Welsh, or some other reason - maybe I pissed off the wrong people when I was younger and people carry grudges, or something.
But I dreamt that I'd butted my head up against it again. Rejected. Ignored. We can get along quite nicely without you, thank you very much.
Only ... everyone is in the middle of an economic failure; an economic Armageddon. Everyone's ideas and plans are unravelling, coming to nought, and it's all everyone else's fault.
Well, it has to be, hasn't it? Where was I when it all went to shit?
Well, right here in the rejects' corner, ignored by everybody when my ideas might have given society the fresh life it has needed.
Only, society has never wanted to go in the directions my "fresh ideas" would have taken them, does it? It would have been too much hard work to actually listen to me: to give me the damned job, to accept my pitch and say "Get writing it."
I'm going to focus on my story, and on writing something that I will get self-published some day. I'm never giving up sharpening the saw.
But it's as a friend of my folks told me, when they were describing me to someone: "He's like the best stone mason in the world ... only nobody's giving him any stone to cut."
Today you could have a powerful dream that leaves a strong impression on you after you wake up, Fiat Knox. You have always been a bit psychic, and sometimes you have dreams that contain important messages for you. Try to recapture the images and events of your dream, and pay attention to what your dreams tell you over the next few days. Your subconscious mind or Higher Self could be trying to tell you something!
Yeah.
Well, the dream that I woke up to was this.
I've already kind of given up writing for the Wolf, because writing pitches for them and getting no feedback for your efforts kind of gets real old, real fast. Worse, if a damned good idea gets shot down a full nine months after sending it. Nine months of wondering. It's too much.
And now two whole months without a bite from Mongoose, despite having sent them four Signs & Portents articles last month, and an even greater number of pitches for books.
Worse; yesterday, I was supposed to hear from the college about my competition entry, and also on an unrelated matter about my application for employment there.
All I want to do in life is to make a difference. And I'm up against this glass ceiling again. I'm too old, or I come from Wrexham, or I'm Welsh, or some other reason - maybe I pissed off the wrong people when I was younger and people carry grudges, or something.
But I dreamt that I'd butted my head up against it again. Rejected. Ignored. We can get along quite nicely without you, thank you very much.
Only ... everyone is in the middle of an economic failure; an economic Armageddon. Everyone's ideas and plans are unravelling, coming to nought, and it's all everyone else's fault.
Well, it has to be, hasn't it? Where was I when it all went to shit?
Well, right here in the rejects' corner, ignored by everybody when my ideas might have given society the fresh life it has needed.
Only, society has never wanted to go in the directions my "fresh ideas" would have taken them, does it? It would have been too much hard work to actually listen to me: to give me the damned job, to accept my pitch and say "Get writing it."
I'm going to focus on my story, and on writing something that I will get self-published some day. I'm never giving up sharpening the saw.
But it's as a friend of my folks told me, when they were describing me to someone: "He's like the best stone mason in the world ... only nobody's giving him any stone to cut."
