I include e-mail in this. But here’s the deal — writers live and die by the mail carrier. Here is what I am waiting for:
Word on two short stories, and Duotrope says that a response should be coming any day now for both of them.
The letter from the rich benefactor who wants to turn all of my books and short stories into movies
A short list, yes, but it makes the day a little bright with anticipation. Except for Sunday but that makes Monday’s mail all the sweeter. And while it seems that constant disappointment can dull that sharp edge, Wednesday’s mail delivered the cocaine jolt to the monkey brain.
Nothing like the next check of the advance money to hit the mailbox.
I’m still waiting on the rich patron, and the clock continues to tick, but I got my fix.