You decide it’s time to realize your dreams.
You have all these great ideas for a new story, but don’t know where to begin.
So you start practicing your red carpet walk for the Writers Guild Awards instead.
Then inspiration strikes and you write your best piece ever.
But the rejection emails started pouring in.
You wonder if you’re just not cut out for writing.
But you put on a brave face, and pretend that the rejections don’t faze you.
Then a friend with zero writing experience wins the pitch.
Nothing gets picked up for weeks, and you decide you’ll just write WHATEVER.
Your remaining friends try to be supportive.
But then those same friends tell you they don’t believe writing is an art.
Your parents are sick of your sulking, and ask if you’ve written anything in the last few weeks.
You think you’ve written something great (finally!!!).
And then that ‘something great’ comes back from the editor with a sticky note: “Maybe you should write about something else.”
Next, your pitch has been accepted but a publication only looking for FREE content.
You go ahead and submit the piece just to see your byline.
Before long, you realize your bills are piling up because you’ve been giving out FREE content.
So you choose to give up and find a ‘real’ job.
Or maybe you choose NOT to give up and work even harder.
Then, one day, you finally get your first big gig and go celebrate.
And you realize the next morning that in the thank-you email, you signed off with “Kind Retards.”
And this ladies and gentlemen is why that shirt is so damn accurate.
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