“The reading’s going to be nine minutes this Sunday,” husband shared the other day.
“Who’s doing the reading?” I asked.
“Not sure, yet,” he replied. 398 more words
I spend an awful lot of time inside my own head. That’s okay – I know my way around and I’m quite safe there. But it does have the effect of making me marginally unsettled when I have to leave my imaginary worlds and interact with real people in the real world – unlike my characters, real, live people don’t necessarily behave the way I want them to, and there’s no chance to rewrite a scene if I don’t like how it works out. 260 more words