Deb, that conversation took place years ago. I suspect it might be different now, but the pattern of not discussing is fairly entrenched now.

Susan, yes, definitely encouraging.

Deb, that conversation took place years ago. I suspect it might be different now, but the pattern of not discussing is fairly entrenched now.

Ah. Not recent, then? But the entrenched pattern is the kicker every damned time.

Yeah, pretty much.People still tell me I seem too normal to have gone through this for life, which makes me think how little they know me or that a sense of pop culture covers a multitude of sins.

People still tell me I seem too normal to have gone through this for life

This seriously boggles me. Do they think suddenly losing one's sight, for instance, would make someone more philosophical about it? Bizarre.

People still tell me I seem too normal to have gone through this for life

People suck, but the drabble rocks.

Here, a little something to lighten the mood.

Learning Curve

The class watched, thoroughly bemused, as Frau Nelson laughed until tears started streaming down her reddened cheeks. After lunch, in the stuffy, overheated room, the class was more willing to sleep off the effects of starchy school meals than to concentrate on lessons. Boring, until the one-two punch of wholly mistranslated sentences set the teacher howling and to the mat. One, who had meant to say – I have bad road traffic – had actually written: I have sexual intercourse. Two, the knockout punch -- I am always losing myself -- got totally lost in its idiom: I am always prostituting myself.

editted for grammar and spelling.

Not titling this one, and sure as hell not posting it in livejournal.

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What I wrote: A delicate, precisely choreographed situation, main themes love and loyalty, in which the narrator realises that his split loyalties have damaged, and endangered, the woman he loves.

What my WIP readers said: Oh, WOW, this is amazing, I can see these people, feel for them, bleed for them, more please.

What the agent said: Love this, compelling insights, beautifully written. But we need more bodies - maybe a second murder? Maybe have the protagonist racing into danger, having to decide which woman to save? Make it easier to market to a mystery editor.

Conclusion: Why do I bother...?

Sail, you need to fix a spelling, I think: wholey should be wholly.

I honestly don't know what that means the normal thing...it's kind of "Thank you...I guess."(Also, normal? Me? Right. Profanely gifted? Playfully erotic? Sick fucker? Bleeding heart? That's me. Not very much of the mean about that.) Like when somebody says I don't look thirty-two. Like Gloria said, this is what thirty two looks like. For me, anyway. ETA: Deb, maybe there's some compromise on your book...not that I'm suggesting you become a total whore or that I don't like your version, because that is not true.I want my wife to have a hit, though.

I honestly don't know what that means the normal thing

Exactly. Who the hell defines this junk? What does that word mean?