Waiting room
Wow! I cant blv I stil need 2 more days 2 prove myself as an excellent writer
I quote my employer who says "I believe u've got potentials, I can c d potentials, bt I need u 2 express it.. ure nt expressin it well enuf"
Now that I have just 45mins to go join them in that room where stars of the writing world gather to display expertise n unravel unimaginable expressive tendencies, I can only run back to my world here n remnid myself of how "kingly" I am in this territory.
I love it when I write, that joy that thrill, that sudden rush I get when the inspiration comes on dat topic, that gigantic ego that builds up in me when I imagine readers smiling at their screens, doving their hats, in applause to what I've offered n imagine God bragging over me like He did wit Job saying "I knew that clay was special when I picked it up to mould this boy, I knew that breath was special when I released it into him"
At this moment, I dont care if they didnt applaud me when I read my 1st article on monday, but I loved it when they did on tuesday though. I dont care if I've not been voracious enuf in my expressions, rite I see myself ripping thru the gates of honours like an avalanche of fury stopping at nothing to hit the mark.
The El Fiz dream is all about being specially different, its all about functioning at full capacity to maximum performance
God, this is the point where I surrender it all into your hands. You know I need this job to become a better me. Just like you have done all through these years, give unto me this one job I again ask for, In Jesus Name I pray. Amen.