“I’m finally finished revising!”

“How’d it turn out?”

I leaned back in my chair, frowning. “Not as good as I’d hoped.”

“Well, you know what they say.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You can’t polish a turd.”

“Thanks. That’s very reassuring,” I said dryly.

My inner voice didn’t add anything more, and I continued looking over my questionable ficly.

“Are you announcing that you have a blog now?”

“What? No, I haven’t even created that yet. Besides no one wants to hear about that.”

“But you wrote a sequel to let people know you revised a crappy story?”

“That’s different! It’s my inaugural piece.”

The voice’s lack of a response taunted me.

“It’s important…” I added, voice diminutive.

“Right.”

“Wait, um, Sara Bareilles’ new album came out…?”

“Nice save.”

…

“I liked you better when you were a LOLcat.”