People ask me about the kind of job that I want to do and my usual response is a deflated "I don't know." Over my shoulder I can see the look of surprise, or is it the lack of surprise, that makes them look so perplexed. You see, I can try to explain and say, "students these days must stick to what they're good at", in my case, writing for comfort and assurance that my emotions and literative skills are still intact.
I was teribly wound up today - going to see a GP: pleasant, mature and impossibly cynical. She gave me a total hosing down. "A secretarial job is what you need," she kept on saying. Tears, yes really, flowed easily from the corners of my eyes. I felt real embarassment. I couldn't believe it!
So how is it that a person can avoid criticism without looking like a fool?
"Hey-ho, hold up! I'm writing my first novel...a little trouble with encounters is all..."
I was teribly wound up today - going to see a GP: pleasant, mature and impossibly cynical. She gave me a total hosing down. "A secretarial job is what you need," she kept on saying. Tears, yes really, flowed easily from the corners of my eyes. I felt real embarassment. I couldn't believe it!
So how is it that a person can avoid criticism without looking like a fool?
"Hey-ho, hold up! I'm writing my first novel...a little trouble with encounters is all..."