May 17, 2018
every so often i remember that time i wrote a rambling and low-on-coherent-plot-because-i-ran-out-of-time but exquisitely researched short story set in medieval tenochtitlan for a writing course in college
and the rest of the class was of shit-all use in workshopping the massive problems with the story okay fine, i had bamboozled them with my exotic setting
but then
the professor
gives back the draft
with very nearly no substantive feedback
but every single instance of the word ‘month’ crossed out and replaced with the word ‘moon.’
because Native American i guess????? fuck off, for another thing this is the Aztecs, the sun is kind of their thing i assure you they were on an all-solar calendar what the fuck.
and then i’m mad. again.
