I’m co-writing a story for a newsletter and am having the worst time at it. When I know something I assume that others do too. Unless it’s something kind of esoteric, like Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s twin sister’s name (Sabine) or his birthday (Feb. 4). As I write I keep thinking, “Everyone knows this. I am the queen of the bleeding obvious.”
CloEve and I are writing a piece that comes out of our presentation in
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hey ... my girl's name is Sabine, too!
does that make me famous?
Well, it could be worse. You could be Queen of the Bleeding Zombies, or Queen of the Bleeding Canker Sores, or Queen of the Bleeding Boils . . .
Gee, I could go on and on. This is fun!!!
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