Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Fun With Celina


Here I was sitting innocently at my local watering hole, watching my Tigers beat up on the Royals, and finishing up the last 300 words of my part of a horror short story I'm co-writing with my frequent writing partner, Jbal. I was working on my laptop, which I don't normally use, 'cause my fingers tend to hit more than one key at a time, but, you know, it's hard to drag the tower, monitor and keyboard into the bar.

Anyhow. So there I was getting ready to head for home.

"Why don't I email the story back to myself so I have an updated copy of it?" I said to myself. (backstory: I don't have wireless at home and can't get the laptop to work on my home network. I also talk to myself a lot).

"Okay, I'll do that," I said to myself, opening up G-mail and dutifully attaching the document.

Only it seems when I thought I hit "S" for my email address, instead I hit "C" for someone else's. So she got the story. Unsolicited. Unbeknownst to her. Unbeknownst to me. Until I got her email this morning.

Like I said, I.Am.An.Idiot.

And I'm really sorry to have done that to her. It must have seemed presumptuous as hell.

On the other hand, I got a damn good crit out of it. *grin*
See, the woman who wound up with the story is Celina Summers, a writer too--a damn good writer--and she writes her share of horror, so she was not offended--even the testicle in the empty eye socket part didn't gross her out. In fact, she offered to beta the story when it's finished.

When I think of other people in my address book who might have gotten it instead of Celina, I cringe. That includes two sisters who simply would not understand how I could write about such filth, one daughter who knows I write about such filth, but who would disown me anyhow (though my other daughter would laugh about it), and many, many work/business contacts who would slowly back out of the room and never darken my door again. Or cross my palm with silver either.

So you can point at me and laugh now. I won't be offended, and I certainly deserve it. What the hey? I'll laugh along with you at this one.


  1. oooh the dangers of auto fill addresses...I cringe and double check every time I send an email that I surely don't want anyone else to see. You dodged a bullet this time!

  2. Big time, Dawno. Big time.

    *wipes sweat from his brow*

  3. Too funny, Haggie-poo. And I bet Celina thought it was funny too. She seems to have a good sense of humor.


  4. LOL! Now I understand your email. Ah, the beauty of sending an email to the wrong person.

    You can always upload the document into email and just save as a draft without ever sending to anyone. ;) But then again, you wouldn't have received a crit.

  5. Fortunately, Celina already knew I was an idiot. It helped out a great deal.

    But, yeah, we've both had a good laugh over it.

  6. I thought the one where you sent the human breast milk story to a client was funnier. haha!

  7. Oh, crap. I forgot about that one. :(

  8. I think I'm jealous of Celina. I never seem to get unsolicited stories in my inbox anymore. Well, except from Pete and Kristine and they don't count.

  9. haha - not being offended by a testicle in an empty eye socket is a beautiful thing in a woman.

  10. Yeah, I was trying to send about a dozen spam emails to myself, but I think I hit your email address instead.