The root of all evil
Everyone I know is having money trouble right now. The moon must be in the seventh house and Jupiter must be aligned with Mars. (That’s from Hair, in case you’re not too showtune savvy.) My (best) friend Mart just got laid off from his brand-spanking-new job at Banana Republic. (Note I have no link to them. Just go to a mall if you’re in need of over-priced khakis, ‘kay?) but he’s bravely forging ahead towards his dream of being a freelance writer. He’ll do well. He does everything well. And then I’ll hit him up for jobs and book deals.
Speaking of book deals, I am waiting to get a contract from the agent. How do these things work anyway? It’s very frustrating. I have a writer-friend who’s in a similar situation with an agent and we keep reassuring each other that it’s all going to be fine and that this is just how agents work. Hopefully, we’re telling each other the truth.
