The future would be infinitely easier if I would just win the damn lottery. I play occasionally, so my odds aren't really that good. But I live in a small, mid-western town that would make a really good story for the news cameras. Big city girl goes small town and wins big.
Plus, I like to think I'm photogenic. You have to look good in that picture with the big check...don't want the relatives coming out of the woodwork.
The first thing I would do, if I were to even win, is to publish my blook (yes, I said blook. That's the blog to book lingo). I mean it's nice to be an obscure writer, but if I could quit that pesky day job in that conservative community and travel a little with the hubby and kid to do book signings...ahhhhhhh, THAT would be the life. Only problem is, at this time, I only have one publisher who has bitten; and that's a subsidy publisher which means they will allow me to spend $10,000 of my own money to see it to print.
So I need a sugar daddy or a literary agent or a freakin' clue.
I choose the agent. So call me. Soon. There's only a few months of summer when I can rely on my moods, and only so many lottery tickets I can buy.
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