So last night, a Friday, I had an important brief to write, which, unfortunately, kept me at the office late into the evening. My co-workers had all cleared out for the weekend, making the office seem particularly isolated. So I’m sitting there at work trying to finish up my brief, when the lights go out. As it turns out, the lights are on a timer, just to emphasize how bleak your life is if you’re still working on Friday night at that time. Then, 20 minutes later, my cell phone rings, and I currently have my ringtone set to the song “All By Myself.” So there I am, on Friday night, sitting in my office alone writing a brief, in the dark, with the song “All By Myself” playing. Saddest Friday night ever.
I write books. Sometimes.