Dryer of Doom

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series dear self


You are tumbling in the dryer of doom, fumbling for more quarters to feed into the beast.

Stop. Dust yourself off and start moving forward. Face your fears. For example:

  • Pajama Girls will sell, or it won’t.
  • The critics will be even handed or they will feast on its still twitching flesh, laughing maniacially.
  • There will be more electoral shenanigans, or the people will prevail.
  • The Grey’s Anatomy writers will come to their senses, or you’ll turn the channel
  • You’ll finish book six, or you’ll go get a different job.

Move on. Right this very minute: move on.

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