Messed Up Molly
‘Not everyone is going to love everything you do, Molly,’ I said staring at the heap of rejection letters in a box. ‘Yeah, well. Thanks. I’m pretty sure the last few weeks of collecting these letters have proven to me that I suck at what I thought was my art. I should have just stuck doing it for me.’ I watched as Molly dumped the letters into her paper recycling bucket at the end of her desk. I could tell she was on the verge of tears. ‘Is it that they didn’t like the drawings that makes...