So I open up my desk drawer and out pops this little fella. Immediately, he's all over my reader reports. "What's this?" "You writing a book?" "Lemme see..."
And before I know it, he's correcting my grammar, pointing out missing footnotes, asking me to think twice about my theoretical bases, etc. Honestly - like I know this guy from Adam! And I say, "Oh, yeah? Where'd you get your PhD??" And he's all, "A writer who can't spell 'bourgeois' should really accept any help she can get." So then I shut up.
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