Yesterday I did the one thing that could have made me feel better about missing a holiday festivity that my four other sisters gathered at while I had b.i.c - I began ordering gifts online thinking, "Ha. They thought I was working then writing. Just wait until they see the date I sent these early gifts!"
Three hours later, I threw in the towel. Yes, this was one of my first shop online experiences, hate it. Yes, I'll smack a few hundo's into one of my sisters palms and say, "Get everybody something, sign my name and if there's moola left over, keep it! Nevermind. Give it back!"
Although, as often happens with b.i.c., I learned a miracle after the online shopping fiasco.
This book editor that wants to charge me money is hugely famous. He read my whole script (is picky about the ones he takes on) and he said, "you can write." Tonight/tomorrow, I'll excitedly bring my computer screen closer to my face and research more on how hiring a big time book editor can increase my chances of connecting with a lit agent.
"Sweet success I give you my best." Diana Ross
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