Today I went to the post office to pick up my writing advisor’s latest critique on some manuscript pages.
You can imagine my surprise when instead of returning with a large envelope, the postal worker emerged with a large box he could barely carry.
Now, wish it were that I actually had a finished novel and this was a package containing several tens of copies of said book, but nay, I am far, far from such a day.
“Um, that’s not for me,” I said.
“Oh? But this is the number that corresponds to your delivery slip,” he said.
Well, needless to say, it wasn’t.
You’ve already heard my rant about the inefficiency of the post, so no need to point out yet another mistake (oops! I guess I already did!)
Only, this time, I wonder if it could have worked out in my favor. I noticed the package came from Spain, Espana, and something told me there might just be something very interesting inside. If only I weren’t a goody two-shoes, I might have fled with said box….
Oh well, the novel feedback is – in my tiny little universe at the moment – much more important. And judging from all the red markings on the pages – the postal employee finally did find the package destined for me – I really have some work to do before these pages turn magically into a book.
I was accepted into a special novel workshop in December (yay!) and must turn in a sizable sample in two weeks (oh no!) My blog posting promises to be a bit spotty the next few weeks. I’ll sneak back when I can… :)
Have a great start to your week.