Happiness is a warm rejection letter.

As if I needed further confirmation of my position in the world as an undiscovered talent, I have had yet another rejection letter. Can you imagine my joy?

And then I go through those moments when I consider that maybe I am just a big pile of poo..

I am 35.. the most consistent response I get from "the business", is 'piss off you gimp'.. I have had this for the last 15 years!! Am I getting the message? Fuck, no! I am still stubborn enough to consider that the more they hate me, the better my work has become.... I am plainly dilluded.

So answer this... if I wasn't me; would I like my work?

I am intensely critical of everyone; but when I am impressed, I fall in love - BANG! Would I fall in love with this....? Of course I fucking would.

I need to get some stamps, but they closed all the local post offices... it will be in the post again; what else can I do..?