I got a ton of Starbucks gift cards from family for Christmas and my birthday, and since I like free drinks, I've been doing most of my coffee joint writing at Starbucks. The only drawback (for me) is that Starbucks doesn't really inspire me to take coffee/computer pics to document my writing progress. But this morning I found myself at a place in University Heights, and I remembered that taking pictures of my coffee and computer is one of the things I do, so that's what I did.
I'm not so sure about the coffee joint. I think I overheard the barista making fun of my drink (an Americano). If I want snotty comments from anyone, I'll call my dad.
I'll be seeing my parents on Friday to help them with errands. If the subject of my book comes up and Dad's first question is how much money I'm making, I might accidentally leave him at the store. I know that sounds mean, but it's not like he's never done it to me. It's like, dude, if you take a four-year-old to the bookstore, it's also your responsibility to bring him home. The same goes for the supermarket eight years later. Although I guess I should have known better than to wander off to stare at raw meat.
Sorry for the ramble. I think I'm tired. I learned the first two moves of Meteor Fist at kung fu tonight. Yeah, only two moves, but I gave 'em all I had.

I'm not so sure about the coffee joint. I think I overheard the barista making fun of my drink (an Americano). If I want snotty comments from anyone, I'll call my dad.
I'll be seeing my parents on Friday to help them with errands. If the subject of my book comes up and Dad's first question is how much money I'm making, I might accidentally leave him at the store. I know that sounds mean, but it's not like he's never done it to me. It's like, dude, if you take a four-year-old to the bookstore, it's also your responsibility to bring him home. The same goes for the supermarket eight years later. Although I guess I should have known better than to wander off to stare at raw meat.
Sorry for the ramble. I think I'm tired. I learned the first two moves of Meteor Fist at kung fu tonight. Yeah, only two moves, but I gave 'em all I had.


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I can't believe the barista was making fun of one of her own products. Bad barista! Bad, bad barista!
Parents sometimes just aren't the right audience for writing news.
"Hi, mom! My story sold to Flytrap 2!"
"Oh, sweetheart! That's wonderful! I hope they are giving you the thousands of dollars that story deserves!"
"Well, no, mom. It doesn't really work that way. It's a zine. They don't pay much."
"Who cares what they pay, anyway? It's not about the money. You're being published! I'm so proud. Congratulations, honey. Now let me get off the phone so I can go look Flytrap 2 up on the computer and send it to all my friends. I can't wait to see my baby's name on that screen!"
And then stephanieburgis hung up the phone, smiled at her mother's enthusiasm and went back to the computer to bang out another killer story.
Then end.
(I don't know you but hugs anyway.)
In the case of my dad, I long ago disentangled my self-esteem from his security-driven value system, so his reactions to my writing news are just sort of annoying. Love the old guy, but this is a part of my life that he just doesn't get.
So, now that you're a big time novelist, you don't have work? :)
This one was kind of my fault for becoming distracted by the three-way mirror.
When I saw my dad half an hour later, he was alone.
"Where's Chris?"
"Chris?"
"You took Chris, dad. Where is he?"
Blank stare.
Thankfully, my four year old was more savvy than my dad was. He was following close behind.