Unbroken

She said she’d come.

Step, step, hop. Step, step, hop.

She’s only right across the street.

Step, step, hop. Step, step, hop.

How could she forget?

Step, step, hop. Wait. Okay, car’s gone.

I don’t care if she got busy.

Step, step, hop. Step, step, hop.

Didn’t she know how important it was to me?

Step, step, hop. Step, step, hop.

It was the big Thanksgiving Day play. The only play I’ve ever been in!

Step, step, hop. Step, step, step, leap.

She never does anything important with me. I. Hate. Her.

Jump. Jump. Stomp.

There, missed all the cracks!

(I don't know how universal the ritual is, but when I was a kid there was a saying, "step on a crack and break your mother's back.")

Deb, it sounds fantastic.

elbows right in...

I'm looking for advice on cover letter writing, and I thought, what better place to come to than some of the best writers I know!

I'm looking to switch directions, and I'm frightened that my cover letters are coming off as sounding immature and "good god hire me right now plzkthx".

Email in the profile is fine, or if we want to discuss here that would be great (I don't want to hijack the thread without permission!)

Rewards may be baked, if required.

Ailleann, what I've been told about cover letters is it's an opportunity to build yourself up even more as well as better define what kind of position you're looking for. Be confident but not cocky. Apparently you're allowed to tell them how fucking cool you are, because when they meet you, they'll find out you're not actually a prick. Or something like that.

Ailleann, I'd be happy to help you as soon as my back improves, which my doctor thinks it will, though she can't yet say if that'll happen in 24 hours or more like 10 days.

I didn't final in the contest. I am, however, friendly online with someone who double-finaled. Time to practice my graciousness.

I think I may have another detective story in mind...lurching out of the gate, but hey... I would like my process to be more of a process and less like a Cordy-vision.

Hey! Do not diss the Cordy-like visions!

signed, the Crazy Writer Lady who has written 91 pages and almost 19000 words since last Thursday.

But I do not have a Wesley to explain it as it happens. Upside, I don't puke like Cordy.

It wanted the line breaks. 100 words, exactly, according to Word.

We walk into
the room with the too-cold air conditioning and the patterned carpet
and set down our baggage which
sits like elephants
or backpacks you didn’t even notice at first.
We pick our way through this field of
the bags the TSA warns you about, reasonably and incessantly,
and cringe when someone stumbles on one they don’t see
but we do.
Or we watch
as we talk
each other fold and unfold t-shirts from this baggage, dedicated to one another,
“And I happen to know that’s factually true”
“Fuck you, bitch”
“For the love of God,
talk to me”

Susan, insent with comments on that chapter from last week. Sorry I took so long on it.