I woke up with that sinking feeling that comes from knowing your only skill has been tried and found wanting. I am new here, yes, and unused to the rules of this strange and savage land. Still, I am possessed of a rather fragile ego in regards to my writing. A small compliment strenghthened me, though, and I signed up for the mentoring program to hone my skills to a knife-like sharpness.

Depression, elation, equilibrium. A small simple story arc in the time it takes for pre-breakfast and a shower.