As I head to the PO with my first manuscript submissions, I feel like I need to dress up. Make up, spiffy clothes, shoes that make me look taller, the works. Like I'm going on a date and first impressions make a difference. Why is it that I feel this way?
Teresa and Peggy have seen me in my grubs plenty of times, and no editor will ever know the difference.
I'm going to do it anyway.
Silly Stacy.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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"There once was a writer named Stacy . . . "
ReplyDeleteShoot. Not enough words that rhyme with Stacy. Drats. ;-)
Spacey? Lacey (although that doesn't fit me a'tall)
ReplyDeleteLacey crossed my mind, but I didn't know just how dressed up you were getting for this date!
ReplyDeleteYou should have taken a youngling to act as photographer, I think. :-)
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