THINGS YOU GET ON THE F TRAIN: ANNOYED, SWINE FLU, BOOK DEAL

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I guess I shouldn't have spent the last five years of my life writing, revising, getting an agent and searching for a publisher for my novel, 'cause apparently what I should have been doing was just talking really loudly about my manuscript while riding the F train, and keeping my fingers crossed that someone important was eavesdropping.

I caught an article on Pubisher's Weekly in which this very situation played out; woman is taking about her manuscript, editor is listening in, and--wipe that surprised look off your face--they both get off the train in the Slope. And poof, a genie appears, cards are exchanged, dreams come true. Um. Not even trying to hide my raging jealous blackout. In related news, Park Slope is a (bestselling) fairy tale.

When my agent said, "Get paranoid when you see someone reading a manuscript on the train--it could be yours", perhaps I shouldn't have laughed. Would write more here, but you'll have to excuse me: I have a fucking novel to go sell.