Okay, so I didn't read today. But I'm committed for tomorrow.
Truth is, I was there, ms. in hand, ready to throw myself off this cliff. Then the director of the workshop asked for a volunteer to trade times with another woman whose slot was Friday. Apparently, there had been some confusion and she wouldn't get to read at all unless someone traded. After it became obvious no one was going to speak up, I raised my hand.
I know, I know. But she has cancer, for God's sake, and has to get home for treatment.
There she stood, her little cancer hat in hand, hoping to tell her story while she could. What else was I supposed to do? She's smart and brave and deserved a moment in the sun. I'll get mine tomorrow.