MIDNIGHT IN PARIS (Woody Allen - 2011)
Gil: I would like you to read my novel and get your opinion.
Ernest Hemingway: I hate it.
Gil: You haven’t even read it yet.
Ernest Hemingway: If it’s bad, I’ll hate it. If it’s good, then I’ll be envious and hate it even more. You don’t want the opinion of another writer.
Fuck. Just sent the first draft of my first novel out to my first real agent. Nobody has seen it until tonight; it’s been a fun secret.
I really don’t want to go back to making sandwiches at a deli for a living, and I hope this writing thing works out in the long run. I mean, I can make a mean pastrami with mustard on rye – don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of that, because truth be told I can make a damn fine sandwich. But that was a strange, silent moment pressing ‘send’ on that email.