Zen and The Art of A Grudge
I reworked a draft of my first book in 1999. At the same time I was still in touch with a former girl friend who was an artist. I always liked her work. To this day I have two of her etchings and two of her paintings hanging in my home. Her work was good, not great, but good. She was a more imaginative print maker than a painter, but her painting skills were getting noticeably stronger.
In the spirit of keeping in touch I sent her a copy of the draft. About a year later she sent me some photos of her most recent work. I sincerely liked it with her new bold, colorful and rounded style. I wrote her to praise her work comparing her recent style to a reminiscence of Diego Rivera.
The next message I got from her included phrases such as …and the horse you rode in on. She was totally pissed. I suppose my efforts to send her examples of the similarities for a side by side comparison even pissed her off even more. I guess she wanted me to tell her new style was unique and never seen by human eyes before.
So I go to my mailbox tonight to find a large envelope with her return address. Inside is the draft I sent her with a letter that stated: “I never could get through your book. There was just too much I would have torn apart…”
Now that is a woman who can hold a grudge. A ten year grudge is a heavy one. I hope she feels better. I know I got a good laugh out of it.