I killed someone today. And nobody will ever even know. Well, just one person, but she won’t tell. Let me see if I am brave enough to recount it for you.
Mean Girl: You’re going to turn fifty in two weeks and you think NOW, all of a sudden out of the blue, you can try to make something of yourself with writing?
Me: It’s not totally out of the blue. I’ve tried my hand at writing before, you know. But something always roadblocked me.
Mean Girl: Something? Typical. Gotta have that scapegoat, doncha?
Me: Well I know it seems like an excuse, but there were kids and divorces and deaths in the family and health issues – – mental health issues you know. Can you keep that part to yourself, please?
Mean Girl: Hah! Your children are so easy, it’s not even funny. What do…
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