Small business owner is one of those epithets I never thought I’d be picking out of life’s bin and pinning to my chest. Every time I’m referred to as “the boss,” I suppress the urge to check behind me for my last employer. Regardless, a whirlwind of serendipity scuttled me here, for which I’m grateful….
Apparently, if you pick up a bullhorn and start announcing “I HAVE A LITERARY AGENT!” while parading around the neighborhood at 6 am, your fanfare will consist of excited police sirens, joyous cursing, and bouquets of shoes lovingly lobbed in your direction. But in case you missed my thrilling twilit tidings: (deep inhale, lifts bullhorn)…
Ahem. *cracks wrists, flips chest tube over shoulder* I had planned on blogging this month about something mundane, like “How Midpoints Are the Most Misunderstood Plot Point,” but then my left lung woke me up in the middle of the night, screaming (in the voice of Miette), “YOU HAVEN’T PAID ENOUGH ATTENTION TO ME, MOTHER.”…