Yesterday, while riding in the passenger seat of my car, I hammered out an email on my phone. My permit-carrying 15 year-old daughter was driving. Her new boyfriend was in the back seat. Somehow, HE was in control of the music, the volume and the play list. What they called so cool, I called scream-o DEVIL music. Needless to say I was a little distracted but still tried tapping the email to my critique group. I wanted to let them know that I was having trouble with a chapter in my novel and wouldn’t be submitting anything for this weeks meeting. Before hitting the send button, I realized the phone auto-corrected my message. I quickly deleted it and wrote a generic, “No submission this week,” for the sake of giving the ladies adequate notice.
The hurried original message read: I won't be submitting this week. This chapter is licking my butt.
Hope you get as big a laugh out of it as I did.
Life’s little pleasures.
- Morning temperatures under 60 degrees
- Sleeping puppies
- Jessie’s hugs
- Niki’s laugh
- Good friends
- Unconditional love <3
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Make it a great day!
Lisa
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