I Don't Actually Mumble |
Tim (the before mentioned editor) is quite an interesting man. He really does remind me of Willy Wonka. He wears a different bowtie everyday. He's even told me to stop mumbling on occasion (...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 18:11:00 GMT |
Job Description: Dream Killer |
Did you know that different envelopes have different tastes? That's one thing I've learned from going through the slush pile.
The lesson I learned soon after that one is that it is much, much&...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 20:28:00 GMT |
Ode to the Crazy People |
New York is teeming with people. They're everywhere. And really, I guess considering how many people are in New York, its amazing that there aren't more crazy ones. After careful observation I've grou...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Jul 2006 21:22:00 GMT |
Return of the BOB |
I was apprehensive about going back to church. I had missed the previous Sunday, being in CA and all, so I didn't have to worry about seeing Bob again. Luckily when I arrived at the chapel he was no w...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Jul 2006 18:54:00 GMT |
Roomates and Cookies |
Some things are just common sense to me.
Tie your shoes before you go outside. Turn down the radio or TV when someone is talking on the phone. Don't eat someone elses food.
I guess this last ...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 12:47:00 GMT |
Cartwheels in the Sand |
Flying from one coast to the other is not the most enjoyable experience. Not that I can really complain--I did happen to meet an incredibly attractive Guatemalan on the train to the airport who gave m...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 06:07:00 GMT |
"Just pretend you're camping!" said my mother |
When I got home from work last Tuesday (after winning the lottery for RENT!) the lights in the apartment were unusually dim. I wasn't sure if one of my roommates had a guy over and was trying to "set ...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 19:37:00 GMT |
Timmy the Turtle Needs Therapy |
A large majority of my time is spent going through the slush pile. The slush pile (for all you non-authors out there) is what we in the publishing world call all the unsolicited manuscripts that get s...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 21:48:00 GMT |
Why I Will Always Take the Stairs |
I saw Bob again. He was waiting by the door of the chapel when I walked into church. Like any sane woman would, I stealthily escaped while he was looking the other way and ran to the eleva...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 20:33:00 GMT |
Stalker |
We were introduced at church. They asked him, Bob, to show me where the next class was. As soon as the doors of the elevator closed, I knew this was going to be terribly awkward. He had a way of looki...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Jul 2006 21:49:00 GMT |
