“When you set fire to something, man, you’ve got to respect that.”
The anniversary of my book burning was Monday.
I forgot all about it until yesterday. This is very ironic because part of the reason it never crossed my mind is that I was totally focused on the consult to work on the book’s query, which was Wednesday.
The meeting was fabulous. And pretty much the polar opposite of what I had in mind. Among other astute comments my consultant made was the quote printed above.
But more on this subject will have to wait, as I am running around like the proverbial headless chicken trying to get out of town for a long weekend.
I am certain you will all be waiting with bated breath. :o
She Who (Eventually) Blooms
- Blooming Eventually
- Me: mother, wife and writer recently sideswiped by 40. The writer part used to come first, the 40 used to be a 30, and marriage and motherhood were abstract activities I thought I’d try someday. Growing up. If only it was the thrill promised when we were six. I started this blog two years ago to chronicle my quest to publish a book. Who would have dreamed it would actually work? I have two books coming out this year. Far out. Still, this living-and-succeeding thing is experimental theatre, and the question remains—will I bloom, eventually? Or will I ditch the whole writing thing, adopt a xanax habit, abandon my own identity and live the rest of my life vicariously through my children? Hmm, let’s find out.
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