Never Fails

Text conversation with my writing mentor as I attempted to send her crucial re-written novel pages before her plane took off, pages I was anxious for her input on so that I could meet a writing deadline ASAP, pages she generously agreed to read, despite the fact that she was in the middle of traveling (I love her):

Mentor (txt): Hurry we are taxi-ing down the runway.

Me (panicking before computer): Where did the document go??? Okay, attach the–but where is it??? Okay, attach–WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SEND BUTTON? WHY IS IT HIDING???????

My fingers became slugs. The world slowed down so much, I could feel it spinning. Days, perhaps weeks passed as I evolved into someone who has never used a computer in her life.

Me (with screams): Oh my god, there it is! SEND! SEND! SEND!

Me (txt): Gah just sent!!!
Mentor (txt): Got it!!!!

Me (in crumpled heap on floor as dog’s cold nose sniffed my face): Blrrrrrgh…

And here is a bird:


About PB Rippey

Writer, wife, mother, grateful. Fiction, memoir, poetry, kidlit (MG), member SCBWI.
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4 Responses to Never Fails

  1. LOL, that’s a great story in itself, full of tension, adrenaline racing, bird sensing, dog baffling, screen buzzing 🙂 I hope the feedback made the return journey down the line ok!

  2. PB Rippey says:

    Must teach the bird to say WHEW. !!!

  3. Beth Hull says:

    I love the bird! Not the stress, though. I’m glad you got the pages sent to your mentor–whew!

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