May. 12th, 2012

My gram, who is super supportive of my writing desires (she always asks if I've been writing and stuff when she calls, and nags me if I don't finish things, and reminds me of the artists we know who are successful and how what they all have in common is doing it every day and so forth) asked me if I'd been writing.

I said yes.  I know I should have stopped there, but she called while I was writing, darn it.  So I'm all, "werewolves, gram, jumping from airship to airship at the birthday part of an island countess!"  And she's sort of, "I guess that's nice, dear."

[edited to add]
The above is unfair to my gram.  She actually said, "wouldn't it hurt when they fall?" and I said "that's why islands, so they can land in the water" and she said, "they'd need to watch out for sharks," because my gram is AWESOME and would never say something passive aggressive like "I guess that's nice dear."  The problem is that no matter how awesome my gram is, I am internally editing what she says, and my internal editor is not as nice as she is, and translates the gram coolness into the "I guess that's nice, dear."
[thus ends the edit]

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