Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A promise is a promise

A letter arrived in the mail the other day. It struck fear in my heart for a moment because it was self-addressed. But once the rejection flashbacks withdrew and I remembered what it was, I laughed out loud. In an envelope stamped and mailed by a sweetheart librarian, there it was: the promises I made to myself at the worst writing workshop I've ever attended.


  1. How very bratty of you! Pretty sure I know which workshop this must have been. I wonder what your neighbour's three promises were?