Deeper Thoughts

In commemoration of my Deep Thoughts post and Jack Handey (in whom I find great humor), and in relation to how I have been feeling lately (becoming a hermit and completely avoiding the blogging world, facebook, my phone, all people/animals/plants, etc.), I have re-written Jack Handey's beautiful and humorous deep thought to reflect myself and my personal situation.

*sigh* Here goes:

I remember that fateful day when my would-be agent took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "You're rejecting me, aren't you? I'm off the (insert name of literary agency here) team, aren't I?"

"Well," said Coach, "You never were really on the team. You wrote that sad excuse for a manuscript, and pawned it off as the next best seller. You show up at our office every day begging us to sign you and then either follow us to the restroom pitching lame ideas, or you try to ask us to read your work at inappropriate times."

It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought, something is brewing inside the head of this agent. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I saw the rejection stamp land on my manuscript and his index finger point me toward the door.