I’m sick of this crazy stuff where people just judge me randomly. I wish people would just grow up. I know I have and you know it’s kind of fun. People randomly picking on people for being different is just so sickening. (And, yes, I think that when it’s NOT me being picked on.)
For the record, I’ve decided not to go with the publishing company I was going with because I decided it might not be in my best interest. I’m in the process of re-working my novel because I don’t like the way it reads. I think it seems a little childish. I think I’ll make it a little more mature than I was going to. I may do some free-writing and see where that leads me.
My grandmother is doing better. They think she had an infection. I’m not sure what kind of infection, but at least if it’s an infection, it can be treatable, right? I know not all infections are treatable, but MOST are. Hers is, I think. I hope.