I will spare you a post on how I hurt myself terribly watching a "Stellaluna" puppet show yesterday at the Craterian Theater.
I will spare you from knowing how I added insult to injury by dumping curry powder all over my stiff, 40 year-old self this morning.
Instead, I will plug Christy, who has to set aside writing this week to attend the Gun & Knife Trade Show in Las Vegas.
Christy met me yesterday morning (pre-puppet show accident) in pouring rain at the bottom of Lithia Park. We walked ourselves to the top, mulling over the very last part of my Drain revision.
The thing is, I was rehashing all the edits Christy had given me (that I didn't take) a while back when we'd met for tacos. Like a good writing partner, she asked me first what I was thinking, and somehow held back uproarious laughter as I spit out everything about making the conclusion exactly the way she'd suggested.
We walked and talked, then after I hurt myself at the puppet show, I came back and re-wrote the last two pages of my story.
A good writing partner is hard to find. I know it. And I have four of them.
Thank you, Christy. Bring me back a bayonet!
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