Well. I got the dressing down of my life from this extremely peeved gent on the Net. Which brings you to wonder. I hate writing the way I have been doing recently, in a way, it's a desperation to see how much you can get by. Also that often when you write something you really care for, no one else seems to bother about it.
The guy on the net, though, seems to have fun just to let himself go, and I don't care for that. I don't care much for what I have been writing either, but that's another story.You are writing about something that means much to you, but there isn't time to read up on it, and anyone who thinks that Google is a storehouse of information if you are trying to probe anywhere beyong the surface is sadly mistaken.
It's a mad world when you are running a deadline. I wish meeting it did not involve doing such violence to yourself or to others.
Bad English is my birthright
2 comments:
Don't get so discouraged. You'll get used to beating deadlines soon enough. One learns the tricks of sound research as one goes along.
hey thanks rimidi, for visiting my blog.
yeah it is really killing when you are making crap outta nice people, and this lady was REALLY nice
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