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Yesterday morning I got a phone call that I had a job assignment over at Penguin Publishing.
I kid you not, I got paid to wander about Penguin filling in for the receptionists and guard the gates. My brother asked if I died and went to book heaven. It was nothing glamorous, but it was pretty awesome to be there. I was scribbling the outline to Aerie (for the thousandth time to make sure I'm keeping with the flow) and kept thinking, someday, one day soon, MY BOOK is going to be up in those showcases. I just have to finish it...
I kid you not, I got paid to wander about Penguin filling in for the receptionists and guard the gates. My brother asked if I died and went to book heaven. It was nothing glamorous, but it was pretty awesome to be there. I was scribbling the outline to Aerie (for the thousandth time to make sure I'm keeping with the flow) and kept thinking, someday, one day soon, MY BOOK is going to be up in those showcases. I just have to finish it...