Updated: Apr 14
“You know what your problem is, Makini?”
“You’re brilliant but you need to learn to edit yourself.”
Light banter with a friend who may or may not has been sipping some Tito’s.
It was a Bachelorette finale viewing party and we both loathe the series. Frankly, we were there to eat snacks and whisper about some neighborhood shenanigans involving an email spree - for which I may or may not have been Head Writer.
So, nosh and chit chat we did until that little truth nugget spewed forth.
We fared well in those shenanigans due, I think, to my splendid research and voluminous word count. But now this betrayal…
Dear Reader, we are still friends. She bakes amazing bread and since warm gluten makes me happy, we have maintained our relationship.
But I’m here for y’all now - because this is the one job in the world where I absolutely need to obey the &^$*#% character count!
If character counts also give you the heebie-jeebies and you think you may need some help with your grants, send me a note. Bachelorette fans need not bother… just kidding.