People who have been asshats to me over the last ten years are going to get a reminder of Anne Lamott’s blessed line “…if people wanted me to write more warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” Best part of all? They dislike me so much they won’t read what I wrote, and they’re so narcissistic they wouldn’t recognize themselves even if they did. Sweet revenge, sweet revenge, without fail.
Finally got back on that creaky old word horse yesterday. Paul took me for a walk in Robert Burnaby Park and we walked by where Cabin in the Woods was filmed.
He also took me shopping. I got treats and rather an amazing amount of meat.
This has since triggered a novel idea set in the Sixer universe. I’ve written my notes in Scrivener and I will now leave it until I’m ready to come back to it.