Oh, My God! The Pain…The Pain!!

Just kidding. I have been a little lax in posting lately. Suddenly, I’m on everyone’s dance card. The work is keeping me hopping (or writing.)

I did get a response to application for a “copy slave” position with Clayton Makepeace. (The fact that I’m writing this should tell you the answer. I’d be too busy, otherwise.) Actually, the response came from Wendy, his wife. She was very nice and said “at least I didn’t suck,” or words to that effect.

All joking aside, I did get a nice response from a classy lady. They asked to keep my letter on file in case they had an opening, or needed a freelancer. It is exactly what I’ve come to expect from their organization. (You’ll notice the kiss-up here. Hey! I AM a freelancer, after all.)

Was I disappointed? Yeah. Just a bit. But work has been coming in and I’ve been very busy and haven’t had time to dwell on it. I still want to meet Clayton someday and find out if he ever came into my old bar in Key West. (I threw out a lot of famous people.)

Come to think of it, I’m not disappointed at all. Can somebody get me some band-aids for my wrists?