Journo: Hair popping out of places you can't talk about, oil coming out of every pore, limbs that don't fit your torso... How are these supposed to be the best years of our lives?
I'm Brigid, not my birth-name, but the one I chose for Confirmation. It's a Catholic thing. Want to learn more about how I grew up? Check out my semi-autobiographical webcomic, Mary Quite Contrary.
The closest I've come to earning a living as a writer is one summer I worked as a feature columnist for a small-town newspaper. I've been telling and writing stories my whole life, though, and, hey, it's something I enjoy. Whether I manage to make a buck at it isn't that important to me.
6 comments:
Wow, been a tough Spring for Mary, fax'o'life-wise! Puberty's gonna hit her hard I'm afraid. ;)
You have no idea. Bwahahahahahahahaha!
(Actually, compared to some kids she's having an easy time of it. But then everything's relative.)
Ugh, tell me about it. So glad I'm not in 6th grade. Oh, the agony.
Journo: Hair popping out of places you can't talk about, oil coming out of every pore, limbs that don't fit your torso... How are these supposed to be the best years of our lives?
Not to mention your clothes shrinking in...ahem, certain inconvenient places *embarrased blush*
@Journo: What a delicate way of putting it!
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