What a sad little man, and I'm sorry for the time you lost on him--good grief, what is he thinking?!
One of the ladies I worked with told me, after I'd published a story, that she could be a writer, too, but that *she* cared about her family.
Once she was quite certain I understood that she had chosen to take the high road, while I had elected the low, neglectful road, she nodded and walked off.
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Date: 2007-10-23 01:51 am (UTC)One of the ladies I worked with told me, after I'd published a story, that she could be a writer, too, but that *she* cared about her family.
Once she was quite certain I understood that she had chosen to take the high road, while I had elected the low, neglectful road, she nodded and walked off.
It takes all kinds, I guess.