Saturday, September 23, 2017

Bad Manners

"It's not really like anything I've written before," I respond to my friend asking:"So how's the writing going?" I proceed to launch into a very long and detailed explanation of my new story, which everyone at the table very kindly listens to.

Later that night, when I'm separating the recycling (metal, glass, plastic in one clear blue bag, paper and cardboard in another) I cringe a little at having dominated the conversation like that. 

"You know," I say to Katie as she brushes her teeth before bed, "it's like this: the writer is the guy who, when somebody asks how his work is going, has the bad manners to actually tell them."
One year ago: Invisible
Two years ago: Sick Day
Three years ago: All You Had To Do Was Ask
Four years ago: Nice While It Lasted

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