I used to think I was the most aggressive, competitive agent below 42nd Street.
I'm yielding the title, not to mention the sash and sceptre.
Why you might ask?
Today I have a long list of editors to call, projects to pitch, potential clients to woo, and two novels due on second book deals.
So what does that EVIL EVIL EVIL Miss Poelle do? Oh yea, she sends me A BAD DAY FOR SORRY by Miss Sophie Littlefield.
I was just merrily opening the email attachment from Barbara thinking it was a new picture of a shark (Barbara has all the best ones) and found myself reading this:
Whuppin’ ass wasn’t so hard, Stella Hardesty thought as she took aim with the little Raven .25 she took off a cheating son-of-a-bitch in Kansas City last month.
What was hard was making sure it stayed whupped.
Especially on a day when it hit a hundred degrees before noon. And you were having hot flashes. And today’s quote on your Calendar For Women Who Do Too Much read Find serenity in unexpected places.
“Fuck serenity,” Stella said. And she shot the trailer.
Now how am I supposed to get any more work done knowing I have this waiting for me??
BAD DAY FOR SORRY is available for preorder at Amazon. It comes out in August. I've got my copy on reserve as of today.
I'm not sure how I will wreck revenge on Barbara Poelle, but if you have any brilliant ideas let me know. I'll be the one reading on the couch.