Last night I had a dream that an old supervisor was a professor at my university. He asked me to come to office, so I obliged and went to the building where all of the history people are.
I walk into the room and he was chewing his cigar like a toothpick as he always did, and I sat down. He looked at me with a pained grin and said, “Roxanne, I never had the heart to tell you this before, but I was just grading your midterm and you are a godawful writer.”
I felt my face burn and I forced a tight smile and nodded my head in agreement. He went on and said, “You know, its normal that a person can only go so far. You’ve just hit the wall. You have to stop. You have to quit writing things altogether”
Then I woke up.
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