Writers, Maybe This is the Ultimate Way In: "Writer & Agent!"
I love this!
You truly captured real microbursts of the thrill to be alive, the kind that most always fly by so fast they don't even leave an echo--but I swear that I heard that thrill today..
Wow. That made me smile as a long gone afternoon when I had a flat tire two doors down from my first husband's till-then secret, stanky "love nest," a reckoning so profound it defanged any future temptation I may have had to slander a miracle by labeling it coincidence.
Thank the Good Lord.
And your 'dualing' professions about got me from two directions.
A simple non-AI assisted mental picture of your "Writer & Agent" shingle swinging on the doorknob outside your office door in a small southern town on a hot southern summer day raised the curtain on the took on the look of sold-out Broadway play.
The stark sidewalk outside your door becomes a runway for a slow parade of wannabe writers, who, in 3 acts will stumble down the slide from "promising new writer" to a minor has-been or a "never-was" to accept that it ain't never gonna happen.
Whoops! Don't know where that came from but I am a threat to get carried away!
Thanks for the laughs and ithe sneaky sight!
Susan
Did know my one and only agent Mary Yost? For years she was at (from memory for cab drivers: 54 E. 56th Street ... geez, I think!)
So amazing and wonderful a story!!!
Thank you!
Warmly,
Carola
Writers, Maybe This is the Ultimate Way In: "Writer & Agent!"
I love this!
You truly captured real microbursts of the thrill to be alive, the kind that most always fly by so fast they don't even leave an echo--but I swear that I heard that thrill today..
Wow. That made me smile as a long gone afternoon when I had a flat tire two doors down from my first husband's till-then secret, stanky "love nest," a reckoning so profound it defanged any future temptation I may have had to slander a miracle by labeling it coincidence.
Thank the Good Lord.
And your 'dualing' professions about got me from two directions.
A simple non-AI assisted mental picture of your "Writer & Agent" shingle swinging on the doorknob outside your office door in a small southern town on a hot southern summer day raised the curtain on the took on the look of sold-out Broadway play.
The stark sidewalk outside your door becomes a runway for a slow parade of wannabe writers, who, in 3 acts will stumble down the slide from "promising new writer" to a minor has-been or a "never-was" to accept that it ain't never gonna happen.
Whoops! Don't know where that came from but I am a threat to get carried away!
Thanks for the laughs and ithe sneaky sight!
Susan
Did know my one and only agent Mary Yost? For years she was at (from memory for cab drivers: 54 E. 56th Street ... geez, I think!)
Great story!
Timing is everything!
Epic!
Providence had a sense of timing. A bird in the hand is worth a million eight in your wallet.
😃😃😃
Hilarious.