Ok, so for my old readers; i thought i needed a bigger subject then the borningness of my life. So, I'm writing about writeing.
I start my new idea with my 1st advance as an author:
Mailing my novella.
Now, this really isn't so complicated, right? Wrong.
So, I get there today and walk up to the counter. I have no idea how many freaking stamps I'm supposed to put on the damn thing. I ask it to be weighed. Guess how many stamps I needed to send it.
Seven. Seven stamps.
After that I went to the big blue mailbox. The one in the middle of the street. It's got to be that one. For dramatic effect. I stood there for five minutes. I finally put it in when a women walked by and asked, "Is it your frist manusqript sent out?"
And I thought: Was it really that noticible?
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