The Writing's on the Wall...sorta

Self,

I'm a little late sharing this but better late than never right. Last Friday, out of the blue I get a text from a buddy asking if I was free that day. He explained that he's working on a book and that he's having a reading party where his friend come and read a chapter out loud so he can here how it sounds and make any changes where needed. (Great editing tool.)

Well my Friday ritual is to just go to my parents for dinner and socializing, and then pretty much bed. I told him this and that I could try to come by before I go to my parents or after I left there which would be like 11pm. Of course despite telling me that the party was an all day event, he said I should stop at his place before I went to my parents. I told him I could do that but wouldn't be able to stay too long.

I was there almost 4 hours! And no, it was not torture! I enjoyed myself greatly. There were myself and three other readers in addition to my friend. I must say when he told me about this reading I had assumed it was a novel, but it is actually a memoir. I was floored by some of the things I learned about my friend. No I won't share those things, I would hate to take away from the inherent surprise from reading the book.

I only was present for the readings of about 4 chapters (lol 2 more than I had actually intended.) I was enjoying the experience of hearing the story unfold. I look forward to the chance to read it when he's finished.

Sincerely,
Pharaoh