I was just sitting here staring at a blank word doc waiting for brilliance to appear, an “A Different World” rerun on in the background when I was hit by a tidal wave of craving so strong and fierce it knocked me out of the La-Z-Grrl and right into my shoes.
Even though I had already gone to the DMV, SuperT, and the bank, I still got up and went back into the world because I knew if there were not the ingredients for a mighty gin and tonic in Supergenius HQ someone was going to regret it, probably me.
And can I just say that this little incident proves that I am a psychic supergenius? Because not 15 minutes after I got home, I got an e-mail from The Loft telling me that I suck and someone should take away my keyboard. On the brightside, Hipster Mom was told that she just might be a literary genius, so that’s good.
Anyway, I have decided that every literary rejection should be toasted with an alcoholic beverage of some sort and as luck has it, I am totally prepared.
It all works out in the end.
If it wasn’t for you and your incredible mini-lesson on how to follow directions and not write in the second person, I would not be on “The List.” And by the way, have you forgotten how “The List” honored you? You have surpassed “The List.” You are now on your way to bigger and better things.
Welcome to my world, Friend. And yes, an alcoholic beverage (or five) is definitely in order. Thank goodness you had it on hand. Remember everything you told me last year? Readdress it directly back to you–you were absolutely right with every single word.
Between Vodo & The Loft I’m ready to sell all my books, burn my drafts, and become something smart like a financial analyst or something.
I hope you drink Bombay Sapphire like I do.