Thank you to everyone who wrote yesterday about Finding Time to Read Poems. Here’s an addendum from the person who didn’t have time to read my poems. She called again last night to say she didn’t think I understood How Busy She Was and then she told me
Narcissist? Frenemy? We've all had people like that in our lives, and most of us probably still do. If they had any self-awareness at all they wouldn't seem so funny to the rest of us!
I must admit, on reflection, that I am like your busy, busy friend sometimes.
Your poems pop into my inbox and I think, 'Oh, good!' Then I read them on the spot. They arrive as joy.
With some writer friends I know, I dread buying, then reading, their work. I put it off. The dread, procrastination, and guilt take a LOT of time. I often delete poem-a-day emails without reading, when I feel I am drowning in emails.
Maybe she is just not your reader.
She hasn't been ready for 9 years.
Maybe if she unsubscribes, she'll miss you, and really come back.
Well, this time I laughed even louder than in the one before... How did she find time to ring up again and explain?
Narcissist? Frenemy? We've all had people like that in our lives, and most of us probably still do. If they had any self-awareness at all they wouldn't seem so funny to the rest of us!
Wow!!!
I will be more than happy to call god and ask. god & Godot are having a planning session in "nowheresville"this afternoon.
her loss! busy is what we make it :)
Just means you’ve joined the Bible,
Shakespeare, and Moby Dick.
Everybody respects them and feels like
They read them.
Imagine if she would read your poems and have some really good feedback in the near future! Just imagine.
If she stops calling you, you will know that she finally read your (these) poems.🤣
She actually Calls you and yaks but won't (or perhaps CANNOT?) hmmmmm? read your poems? See if she signs her name with an "X".Lol
I must admit, on reflection, that I am like your busy, busy friend sometimes.
Your poems pop into my inbox and I think, 'Oh, good!' Then I read them on the spot. They arrive as joy.
With some writer friends I know, I dread buying, then reading, their work. I put it off. The dread, procrastination, and guilt take a LOT of time. I often delete poem-a-day emails without reading, when I feel I am drowning in emails.
Maybe she is just not your reader.
She hasn't been ready for 9 years.
Maybe if she unsubscribes, she'll miss you, and really come back.
We are such weird creatures, all of us.
Yes we are ALL a thousand things x
what is it she does?
god knows