Okay, so this is 2, count ’em, 2 posts on my first day. But mostly because my friend wrote something nice about how I torture her. Go see! There’s a bunny with one leg.
For years and years, my dear friend Alice has been telling me her tales. She is a great writer, and even in middle school had a knack for characterization.
She subtly uses this talent to torment me, her bestest friend. When I was in the Navy, she would send me letters and then emails, with a chapter or two of her latest story. Over the years, she has used her ability to make me impatient as a gauge for how well the story is going. As I’ve gotten older and more discriminating, she’s kept up (or stayed ahead), and has a savvy knack for pacing.
Now, she may just get around to submitting her work for publication one of these decades. Until then, I feel privileged to be her sounding board and will continue to enjoy the state of perpetual frustration.