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: