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Memo to Marcela:

No more regretting what you did. He was rude, selfish, cocky and he embarrassed you! So what if you won't get the pleasure of writing the GEs anymore? Who needs them? Trust. You'll be better without them.

"my" first published work... Official

I went on the Lobster Press website today, after ignoring it since March. What I found was both exciting and hurtful simultaneously. The boardbooks that the three other interns and I worked on are now being advertised. Thing is, they're not being advertised as works written by Marcela from Edmonton or Erin from Boise... they're crediting another lady with having written our words... having come up with our ideas...  I'm conflicted. I know that we agreed that we wouldn't get credit for having written the dang books, but is it too much to ask that they keep it UNcredited?? Do they have to credit anyone? Can't they just credit the illustrator...? The so-called author didn't even write  the books, so why credit her? Anyway, I'm going in circles (again). I'm disillusioned... I feel betrayed... I feel as though my words will never be heard. And while I'd rather be eulogized upon my death for having been a good and loyal person, I still want my  hard work t...

Oh, Travis

Everyday I wake up and it's Sunday Whatever's in my head won't go away The radio is playing all the usual  And what's a "wonderwall" anyway? Because my inside is outside... My right side's on the left side 'Cause I'm writing to reach now, But I might never reach you. I want to teach you About you But that's not you. It's good to know that you are home for Christmas. It's good to know that you are doing well. It's good to know that you all know I'm hurting. It's good to know I'm feeling not so well. Because my inside is outside... My right side's on the left side. 'Cause I'm writing to reach you now, But I might never reach you. I only want to teach you About you, But that's not you. You know it's true, But that won't do. Maybe then tomorrow will be Monday. And whatever's in my head should go away. Still the radio keeps playing all the usual. What's a "wonderwall" anyway? Because ...