In Which My Self-Imposed Exile Lasts Three Days

I am happy to know a lot of creative people.

I thought we might like this.

Permission to Suck's 'Manifesto for Creative Professionals'.

xoxo

-V

Little Story

She sat in front of me and to the right and it's not my fault I could read half of everything she was typing.

She'd been working really hard answering emails for about two hours

when she opened one.

It said:

"You do know it's Sunday and your anniversary weekend".

Sent 5 minutes ago.

There was another line I couldn't read.

She clicked to reply.

The cursor blinked in the empty field.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, and then

she packed up her things

and left.