"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons"
~ T.S. Eliot
"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Making fun of my own flaws Part I

I have a lovely friend on Twitter who is a New York Times best-selling author and a very sweet person. On Thursday, the 6th, she posed this question to anybody and everybody:

"How do you confess a terrible mistake? Do you get straight to the point, or go round and round what you want to say?"


My answer:

"I do both repeatedly until they block me, literally and metaphorically, and it cannot be repaired."

I do not think I have been doing this very long. I think this is a brand new weed in the garden. There is nothing to do but pull it out by the roots right now.




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