'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
But my work always seems to amount to naval gazing: This is what I did, what I saw, and how I feel about it. It's candid and confessional in nature.
But you're writing about something that a lot of people don't know about. Most of the navel gazers people are complaining about are yakking on and on about the obvious.
What region, brenda, do you know?
I have a question for people with Caller ID.
When you see an unfamiliat number on ID (and no message was left) OR someone calls and immediately hangs up, what do you do?
Do you call the number back to see who called? Or ignore it? Or what?
Today and yesterday I had a couple people call and want to know who called or why the person hung up and didn't seem very pleased to be told that it was probably a wrong number (one of the lines that rings up here is a general line that almost anyone can use).
I don't understand why people call unfamiliar numbers and then get upset to find out it's a wrong number.
Naples, Cindy.
Allyson, if you believe that your writing is like Olen's or Ayelet Waldman's, there's not much I can do to comfort you. However, nothing of yours I've read is similar.
It's not like I'm bitching about everything autobiographical.
Post is not the Message Center Button. Who knew!?
People are strange, askye. Maybe someone is suspicious of his or her spouse.
Dana, I'm pondering the dining options. I'll e-mail as we approach the date. This'll be my first vacation that doesn't involve going to someone's wedding or visting family since my honeymoon. I'm excited.
I haven't read your stuff yet (yet!) Allyson, but from the descriptions I've seen? Those words weren't aimed at your kind of work. Not even in the same vicinity.
nothing of yours I've read is similar.
We're in the same family, I think. Arrogant and bitching about the inane.
I think the major difference between them and me is a level of such staggering self-involvement that they're completely blind to the consequences of what they write, or to feel any sort of empathy for their subjects. But the bones of it are the same.