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Confession time… I almost don’t want to admit it.

But I judged a book by its cover. Well, not a book, actually, but people. I judged people.

I go to writerly functions… A. Lot. I’m a member of several writer organizations and love to attend lectures on almost any subject. So I often see the same people at different functions.

And there’s a person there who doesn’t, shall we say, present well. He wears ill-fitting, out of style clothes, has greasy hair in need of a trim. But I spent time with him at the last couple of functions and he’s really nice, funny and has an impressive writerly resume. We even have the same taste in books and he laughs at my jokes. What more could I want?

Then there was this gal I met last night at a Kobo function. She was well-put-together, slim, fashionable, about my age. So I figure we’d have a lot in common. Er, um. It was one of those conversations where she kept saying, “I don’t understand what you mean,” when what she really meant was, “You don’t agree with me, therefore you’re wrong and I must keep repeating my argument without listening to anything you say until you agree with me.”

Luckily, thanks to 2 decades of marriage, I recognize this trap when I hear it. I just walked away from the conversation. If I offended her, then great. Hopefully, she’ll avoid me in future.

What has been bugging me all day is, why was so goddamn important to her that I agree with her? In fact, we really weren’t disagreeing at all if she’d only listened.

The only thing I could think of is that my friend introduced me as “our local marketing whiz.” She seemed to react to this so maybe it was terribly important to her to prove the “marketing whiz” wrong so she could feel validated.

Now I just have to use that in a book. 😉

So let that be a lesson to me. I made several new friends last night and I didn’t judge them by their anything except how much fun they were to be with.

And because all blog posts must have graphics, here’s a line from one of my Reaper novels. In fact, here’s an entire sex scene:

The Reluctant Reaper by Gina x. Grant


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