In my dream there is an email in my inbox. The email is from one of the literary agents I have sent a query letter to. I look at the email with some suspicion. Am I prepared for another rejection? If I get my hopes up and it is another rejection it is that much farther I fall. If I maintain a negative attitude and wait until tomorrow to open this email am I holding off my success?
Oh, it is killing me to sit with my finger hovering over the enter key, knowing my cursor is already on the email to open it. Slowly, I press the enter key. The email loads. It starts out the same, “thank you for your interest in our agency”, but instead of “we are sorry” the emails says “we would like to talk to you further about representing you and your picture book!” OMG! Am I really reading this! It is official! My first offer for representation.
Then suddenly my eyes flutter open. Just a dream. I think I need to go back to sleep.
Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host of dVerse. Kim says: This week I’d like you to take any meaning, form or compound of the word keep, and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word.
Once upon a time there was a regular family that lived in a regular house with a regular dog. There was a regular mother, regular father, and two regular kids. This family did regular things like going to regular movies and taking regular vacations. One day something happened and the regular family changed. On this day the regular mother got a really good job at a bank so now she was a banker. On this day the regular father got a really good job building houses and now he was a builder. On this day both children went to play with friends in their neighborhood and were now playmates.
With the world turned up it was easy to see that being regular was easier.