Pissed To High Hell

Hmm.. I’ve calmed down now but let me tell you…today I was livid.

I went on campus to chat with my professor and I saw that our department’s honor society magazine had been published. You know I sent in an article about the night I figured out what we do as therapists, so I flipped through the book to find my name. When I saw it, on the last page, I almost fell the hell out.

That bitch of an editor EDITED the shit out of my piece! FUCK HIM! That shit did not sound like I wrote it at all. It sounded like some wack ass English student wrote it. He peppered it with phrases like, “I feel that…”

Bitch! YOU FEEL LIKE THAT- NOT ME!

I don’t write like that! My name is on that bullshit! If he didn’t like it, he could have just told me to fuck off, not change my shit into some bullshit!

Oh my gosh! I’m getting angry all over again.
Here’s my point…

When I produce something for publication, due to my extremely high goals for my literary career, I am very careful with how I word things and the tone that I use. Even though this blog couldn’t be considered professional work, I still realize that everything I write here in a free-writing format, will one day be studied and possibly criticized. I don’t mind that…but I DO mind when my shit gets published and it doesn’t sound a thing like me!

I was so upset that it absolutely ruined my day. I allowed it to, I know. But fuck!

As a former editor, I know that when you make the first edit- you don’t. You should send it back to the writer and ask them to make the first edit, especially if it includes cutting parts out. Then you can polish their style, but only if they trust you.

I hope no one ever finds that raggedy ass piece of shit of an article. It’s an embarrassment and doesn’t deserve to have my name on it.

This school had better watch the fuck out- I’m not doing this for credit or clout in the school. I’m trying to build a body of work that is outstanding. I’m not with playing with this…