Because of my dad? He does stuff like that every time I try to do something he doesn't like. I'm just happy I convinced him to let me drop out of college. Now that was a battle!
Yeah, that part comes after I rewrite it, then rewrite it again, send it into a few publication houses, get a bunch of rejection letters, spiral into a pit of depression, have my friends snap me out of it, revise it, revise it again, revise it again, send it in again, get a bunch more rejection letters, and then the one acceptance letter I get will be lost in the mail where it will arrive a week late, and then I'll party for the next five years.