It’s a bit of a chore when someone sends you their work: particularly if it is as long and prose heavy as mine. But a male screenwriter friend sat down and read 40,300 words of my work. Not because he had to, not because I had wanted him to, but because he was interested and wanted to see what I was capable of. He even made some notes for me at the end. That act of kindness warms me when the world gets cold.