David keeps asking me to read his manuscript. I keep refusing.
I am relinquishing my role as his personal audience. I am going to fold my hands tightly in my lap and refuse to clap.
I have passed up his offer to read it at first draft, in second draft; now the galleys are on their way.
Publication date: December 1.
Monday
Lil has a publisher interested in her poems. Why can’t I feel happiness?