I think it will be ok, his second draft today was decent. I told him he’s got 5 more drafts before it gets easier and it’ll be 12-15 drafts before it’s final. He was kinda shocked. I said, dude, this is what writing is all about. It’s hard work communicating precise concepts to an audience that is considering and determining your future.
the shit thing about it is he was working for me but he’s told me he wants to quit so he can hang out with his friends. Ok that’s fine but now he has no money. He had to transfer all his savings for his (measly) portion of his car insurance. I won’t let him go without minimal gas money, but he’s now down from a legit paycheck back down to an allowance of $200 per month. He’s got a girlfriend who is actually in another town, I have no idea how he’s going to afford seeing her. The kiddo is just not paying attention and fucking it all up. School starts in 10 days, we’ll see. At this point I’m just going to ride his ass until the college apps are done. Ground him, scowl at him, who the fuck knows but I told him I’m not here to be your friend or to even be liked, I’m here to make sure you don’t fuck up your senior year and your college opportunities. It’s days like today that make me glad I’m divorced, he can go be her problem for a week. But rest assured (and yes I’ll be rested), in a week when he comes back his ass is mine until those apps are in the barn. Idgaf.