A friend at the hospital heard I was a newly published novelist and asked me if
I would be calling in too "Rich and Famous" to work soon. After all, I am on a
book tour! I have just published a novel!
Published a novel?? Me?? Who would have dreamed it when I was slogging away in
our grungy basement, or local coffee shops with the same fantastical self-image
as any middle-aged mother who suddenly decides to reinvent themselves? Was this
novelist thing any less outrageous than suddenly taking up yodeling or body
piercing? I told my her that I would be happy merely to call in "Out of Debt
and Keeping my Same Old Friends."
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