So…yeah…my agent calls me during lunch yesterday. You know, the agent who’s representing my novel to the major New York publishing houses. Anyway, I fear I was a bit short with her. You see I made some lentil soup over night—14 hours in the crock pot mind you—and the lentils were surprisingly tough when I ate them for lunch. The recipe didn’t say anything about soaking them before hand. I blame myself. I should know better. How many times have I advised others to soak their lentils? How is it that the thought-leader disavows his own advice? The answer, I fear, is hubris.
When things don’t go my way I lash out at others.