Really Minnelli

I have been thinking of publishing a book I wrote when I was back in 8th grade for a school assignment. I think it turned out pretty well for a 12 year old's piece of work, albeit a little cringey, it's still cute and a solid piece of work. Or at least I think. I have been wanting to publish it for quite some time now, but my intense fear of being judged held me back. I even wanted to illustrate it, but I never did, because I never thought I would ever be able to deal with the criticism.  Recently, I have been thinking about my career, and I came to the realisation that I actually have done quite some good work, and I really, really like writing, but I have almost nothing to show for it. I felt like a hypochondriac with pneumonia. I could say I love writing. But people won't believe me. So I decided, to hell with anxiety, I'm going to put myself out there and actually work on publishing my book. If it turns out sucky, I can blame it on my younger self (I'm sorry lit

 Hi! I haven't been posting much lately because I've got a few major exams coming up soon, so I won't be posting like before. I managed to get this piece of writing ready for you, but I'm still developing this story. I'll update this version as soon as possible. Hope you enjoy this. Stay safe! :) “See you later Dodge,” I texted. I waited for a reply and getting none, went offline to do the good stuff. And by the good stuff I mean the cool stuff, which was hacking for me. Because we all have that vice which is our downfall or our salvation, and for me it was the latter. Just then, one of my telephones rang. The ugly black one with its paint peeling off which I had scavenged from the scrapyard, which meant the Pig was calling. “Hello,” I said. “Hey Joey. I got a job for ya.” “I’m listening.” “I need you to rig the system,” he said. “The usual?” I asked. “No. This time it’s me. Get me out.” “Oh…okay, well I’m on it boss. And um, hey, I need the dumplings,” I said, rath