Remember when I wanted to be a journalist? My dream job entering college was to be an editor at Esquire. What a joke.
I've been on the submission board for a literary pub for awhile now. I forgot how much I lovelovelove editing. Our next volume's theme is fears. I think I will take the opportunity to write about my issues with the deep blue.
You know what sucks about not being able to swim? Not being able to swim! But that's not all. I feel as if my miserable standoff with water can be used to my advantage, for once. I shall funnel my shortcomings into a provocative and hysterically witty piece of non-fiction. In your face, water deeper than 6 feet!
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