I met a woman who calls herself Artemis, and she sure looks like the real thing. She says I'm supposed to follow in her footsteps, become the next Artemis, but I'm soooooo not a warrior-goddess.
A warrior-goddess is tough, right? But I'm a wimp. My life is boring. I don't like where I live. I wish I didn't have to make so many sacrifices. I'm cold. This room is ugly. I wish I had more privacy. Maybe I just can't see the good in what I have.
Excuse me, I'm freezing and I have to pee.
Okay, I'm back. So where was I? Oh yeah, I'm tired, cold, sad, and have a stomach ache. Probably just nerves. I think being miserable is what causes me to write. The world I create in my mind is my refuge. I wish I could be like the women in myths, novels, and films whom I would call warrior-goddesses. Like Sabriel by Garth Nix. She's cool. She's tough. She doesn't whine or complain.
I need to study warrior-goddesses. How can I become one if I don't know anything about them?
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