My arms are all black and blue, but I’m still sitting here, looking at the Publisher’s Marketplace announcement, getting congratulatory emails from people I’ve never met (or even weirder, friends I went to college with and haven’t seen in three years who now work at Hollywood production companies…), coughing up a lung because I somehow contracted some sort of annoying phlegmy cold thing in the past twenty-four hours… none of this stuff has vanished (and honestly, if this dream comes complete with a cold, I’ll buy stock in Kleenex).
As Amy would say, I have three options:
1) Start pinching other body parts.
2) Go ahead and get Sailor Boy to draw up the Baker Act.
3) Suck it up and accept the truth: I am a Bantam Dell author.
It helps that my story has now been corroborated at the Knight Agency’s Blog. So I know that if I’m nuts, some chick down in Georgia is, too.
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