A Friend Saves the Day

I’m having a bastard of a day. Had terrible insomnia tonight and tried working from home to save energy on dressing and makeup. But my home internet decided it’s fucking 1994 and started working with the speed of that era.

I dragged myself into office and discovered I need to undergo 3 more training webinars in addition to the other 2 I’ve been postponing for weeks.

The publisher of my book is giving me hell.

And I’ve gained weight. Eating chocolate covered bananas at midnight would do that to you. In case anyone wondered, I conducted an experiment and the results are in.

On top of everything, a very old friend sent me a novel he’s written. There are few words that terrify a literary critic more than “here’s a novel I wrote.” The only thing worse is “here’s some poetry I wrote.”

In a mood darker than the chocolate covered bananas of my perdition, I opened the friend’s novel and… it’s good. It’s actually very good. Like in, “fuck those webinars, I’m going home to read” good.

Life is worth living again.

2 thoughts on “A Friend Saves the Day”

  1. ‘There are few words that terrify a literary critic more than “here’s a novel I wrote.” The only thing worse is “here’s some poetry I wrote.”’

    I know exactly what you mean! I have a friend who is getting an MFA in poetry. I was SO relieved when it turns out she writes good poetry. I’m glad your friend’s novel is good.

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    1. My trick is always to claim that I’m simply useless at English poetry. It’s just got to be in Ukrainian for me to appreciate it. This worked until I met some Ukrainians. 🙂

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