and I celebrated by telling her that she was terminated from our joint writing projecteffective immediately.
It was very, if you’ll forgive me, liberating.
Because I waited and waited and waited for her to come through with her part of the work and she never did. Something about school, and tests, and a trip to San Francisco. Always with the excuses.
Well, she did send me this:
Which is…nice. Except, what the fuck is it?
First of all, how much acid do you have to take for grass to look like that? That’s not grass, that’s an ocean. So the text should read. “Nicki likes floating in the middle of the ocean.”
Except she doesn’t. Which brings me to my second of all, which is, and I cannot stress this strongly enough, that there is no point in the Writing Project during which Nicki is sitting on the grass or floating on the ocean.
So I had to do it. For the sake of the Writing Project, I demoted my daughter. She took it well. She seemed a little relieved, even. The nerve.
But don’t worry about the Writing Project. It’s going better than ever and I already replaced my daughter. I mean in the writing project department, not as my child.
Although if it goes well, you never know!
One year ago ...
- Hard to Say - 2014