i was just talking to sister #3 on the phone and she asked me about my class.
“i think it’s so funny that you’re taking a writing class,” she said.
“why?”
“you write for a living. you write on your web site and you have to take a class?”
“it’s a different kind of writing.”
“yeah, but you already know how to write.”
she doesn’t get it. i don’t think people at work get it either. they don’t understand the various kinds and depths of writing.
this is totally why i had to flee today. i felt bad leaving. like i was chastising my coworkers for being a bother. but i just needed to concentrate. it’s ironic, i know, because generally i am the most loud and disruptive one of the bunch. but today, i needed quiet because i was doing a different kind of writing.
i was writing this customer profile and i really wanted to get his voice down. and while i can write in the voice i crafted for softwareland with 1000s things going on, and i can write in my own voice (which scarily sounds like josef kavalier from the book i’m reading) no matter what’s happening– when i need to capture someone else’s voice i need it really quiet so i can hear them in my head and get it just right.
i think i managed to accomplish that. and i had a deluxe graham to celebrate.
Mmm, I had graham crackers with peanut butter on them for the first time last night. Why didn’t anyone tell me about them sooner?
what is a deluxe graham, please?
they are divine fudge covered drops of heaven made by creepy elves who live in trees.
When I was a kid my mother would make a bowl of fudge frosting and we would put it between graham crackers, like a poor man’s sandwich cookie (which, in fact, it was).
If you try this, be sure to get the graham crackers that are perforated into fourths for easy breakage and make sure to only use two of the four sections at a time for fudge-frosting sandwiches, otherwise the tensile stregth-to-weight ratio goes in the toilet and they break on the first bite.
Preach it, Heathen, preach it!!
MMmMMmmmmmm…
Ghetto Grahams…
That’s what we called them in college. Except, we wouldn’t make frosting. We just bought a can. Lazy college kids…