A very nice meeting of the Wyrdsmiths last night. There were only four of us. Doug was writing against a Monday deadline. Kelly was madly revising. Adam was in Las Vegas. Bill was in the east.
I was in a miserable mood, because my partner Patrick has just lost his part-time job, which was all the money he had coming in. And the day was gray and bleak.
But the other three -- Naomi, Sean and Lyda -- liked my story. That, plus simply chatting with them, moved my mood into happiness.
Sartre said hell is other people. I would say happiness is other people -- and nature -- and the stars.
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Because I always try to be precise, I must add that happiness is not ALL other people. But the people who make me crazy are not in the Wyrdsmiths. Mostly, right now, they are in Washington.
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