Oops, I Did It Again.
Man, what a dumb word: Oops!
“Oops, I accidentally dropped a 40 megaton bomb on the state of New Mexico.”
“Oops, I guess that pistol WAS loaded.”
“I just fired myself out of a cannon into a cauldron of hot, bubbly magma. Oops.”
Anyway, I just thought I should come right out and tell you that I don’t know when to leave well enough alone. I sent off a query letter for my ‘little-story-that-couldn’t’ THE SHORT BUS JOURNAL out to an agent this afternoon.
I didn’t mean to. It just sort of happened.
Maybe it’s some of my friends kind of prompting me not to give up on it or maybe it’s just because I think it still has some life left in it.
I don’t know.
I guess we’ll see what happens. And hey, you’ll be the first to know, deal?
RUMOR ALERT: It’s been said that a mystery box has appeared on the front steps of a certain house in Woodbury, MN (my house!). In it, there could be a bunch of long-overdue author copies of some sort or the other. Stay tuned for all the details…
…and a contest.
*backflips and spins twice in the air before landing in a dumpster full of Orange Tic-Tacs*