I went out to lunch with my FFJ yesterday. We met up at Wok in the Park, my favorite place to get Pad Thai. The fact that they were playing that Passion Pit album I love more than made up for the boring fortune I got in my cookie. I only took a picture of it as proof that I left the house.
“Keep an eye open for an opportunity.” Snooze.
There was no way that fortune was making it into the permanent collection, which probably consists of three or four fortunes that are tucked into one of the hidden spots of my wallet. What qualifies a fortune for permanent collection status? I don’t know. My wallet is on the kitchen counter and I am on the couch and lo that is a long way for me to travel at the moment. And Conan is on, so there’s that. He’s wearing a brown suit & look especially foxy.
Why am I telling you about my boring fortune? Of course because it has become oddly prescient in light of today’s events.
Well, today I submitted my first agent query. For those who don’t know, this is something you do in hopes of getting someone to represent you and sell your book to a publisher. It is nerve-wracking and exhilarating. I’m lucky though, I didn’t have to go it alone. I had my black sheep behind me and Christa virtually holding my hand as I clicked send.
So great, right?
But, in the immortal words of the prophets Paula Abdul & DJ Skat Kat, you take one step forward and two steps back.
Within ten minutes of pressing send, I had a call with one of my main clients who informed me she had to cut down my hours for the next few months. Gah! Sadly, I know all too well what it’s like coming off the holiday slump. Now mine’s going to be a little slumpier and I’m doing my very best not to panic my ass off.
And I keep telling myself that it will be okay. I’ve had ass-panic near financial disasters in the past and I’ve managed to stay out of the cube. I just have to babble about it because it makes me feel better.
So, this is me saying my eyes are open for opportunities. If you know anyone who needs a web savvy smart ass, give them my name.
Also, if you know any literary agents who want to sell my book for a gigajillion dollars give them my name.
Also, if you know Conan O’Brien give him my name.
My name, it is free to give.