Pop quiz: how do you know when something is really, really, really
special?
A: You can't say it out loud without smiling.
That's 2005 for me, so far. It's just been unbelievable. I've had so many good things happen on the personal and professional front that I can't really talk about them out loud without smiling.
Indeed as I write to you, dear reader, I am smiling.
(read Jane Eyre to my firstborn last week, dear reader. she loved it.)
The latest in the series of unbelievable things: Danny, Crupi and I are in daily conversations with people who are putting on a certain series of performances where a certain Irishman with a four-letter name will be serenading fans.
Daily conversations.
And one of the guy's name is Smasher.
totally serious.
I got voicemail from one high ranking insider in said operation who told me I write funny emails. (at least i think that's what he said; he's got this accent...) which made my day. because an individual who makes a living in the entertainment industry thinks i am funny.
and that is starting to breathe life back into the idea that perhaps i really could be a columnist -- the working mother's answer to Dave Barry. (personal communication to all you high-and-mighty publishing circle types: i'll give you free stuff if you talk me up at your fancy little cocktail parties.)
anyway. that's the story.
mary
A: You can't say it out loud without smiling.
That's 2005 for me, so far. It's just been unbelievable. I've had so many good things happen on the personal and professional front that I can't really talk about them out loud without smiling.
Indeed as I write to you, dear reader, I am smiling.
(read Jane Eyre to my firstborn last week, dear reader. she loved it.)
The latest in the series of unbelievable things: Danny, Crupi and I are in daily conversations with people who are putting on a certain series of performances where a certain Irishman with a four-letter name will be serenading fans.
Daily conversations.
And one of the guy's name is Smasher.
totally serious.
I got voicemail from one high ranking insider in said operation who told me I write funny emails. (at least i think that's what he said; he's got this accent...) which made my day. because an individual who makes a living in the entertainment industry thinks i am funny.
and that is starting to breathe life back into the idea that perhaps i really could be a columnist -- the working mother's answer to Dave Barry. (personal communication to all you high-and-mighty publishing circle types: i'll give you free stuff if you talk me up at your fancy little cocktail parties.)
anyway. that's the story.
mary