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In real life, that is.
I'm not going into details. Suffice to say an old circle of friends is falling apart partly because my kid was rude, and partly because a number of other people have decided that this is the worst thing that could ever happen. I don't know how to live with it. It's worse for the nice fellow -- they're his friends.
Totals: Afterwar,74997: The Donor -- added 1000 words to previous version, cut from 4500 words so far in the chapter to 2778. Good cuts, too.
I am such the better writer than I was ten years ago (or more). I used to go longer whenver I started to cut. Now I go shorter, and this is good.
I don't know why I'm doing all these different things at once.
I also planted things and did some cleanup in the yard because I feel guilty about it. And I took the dog to the river, where there was still water but you couldn't see it because the willows had grown so thick. And I threw apples for her in the yard.
No Elizabeth rescue today, but we talked on the phone.
Tomorrow is a Gloria day. (well, it's today now, and I'm off to bed)
I'm not going into details. Suffice to say an old circle of friends is falling apart partly because my kid was rude, and partly because a number of other people have decided that this is the worst thing that could ever happen. I don't know how to live with it. It's worse for the nice fellow -- they're his friends.
Totals: Afterwar,74997: The Donor -- added 1000 words to previous version, cut from 4500 words so far in the chapter to 2778. Good cuts, too.
I am such the better writer than I was ten years ago (or more). I used to go longer whenver I started to cut. Now I go shorter, and this is good.
I don't know why I'm doing all these different things at once.
I also planted things and did some cleanup in the yard because I feel guilty about it. And I took the dog to the river, where there was still water but you couldn't see it because the willows had grown so thick. And I threw apples for her in the yard.
No Elizabeth rescue today, but we talked on the phone.
Tomorrow is a Gloria day. (well, it's today now, and I'm off to bed)
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If the slight was serious, that feels horrible. If it wasn't, then the disappointment in the friends' reaction feels horrible. Gah. I wish I could do more than offer commiserations and virtual sweeties.