You went into Auntie Em's Garden Emporium and was clueless because you didn't read the Lightning Thief and thought she was actually gonna take your picture but you got turned into stone by Auntie Em, who is actually Medusa, and a car drove over you and you were smashed to a billion pieces.
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero