ImageSo I know I must be all cool and collected and Zen right now. I must not get my hopes up before it is time. I must not build a castle in my head before it is time. I must not cast the blockbuster movie of my novel before it is time. I must not…

Oh, screw it. I got a partial request yesterday and I’m freaking STOKED. After getting a rejection in the morning, I was bummed out, only to check my email right before bed and find the request. Just reaffirms that this business/hobby/life/sickness (I kid) ┬áis such a thrill ride.

I’d say a roller coaster, but roller coasters are predictable. You can see the track ahead, and you know when the bottom is going to drop out. No, I’d say this is more like the Tower of Terror. The first part of the journey is predictable, but a while back, they started randomizing the end of the ride, when the elevator just freefalls over and over. Sometimes it drops once, sometimes it drops three or four times. You don’t know when it’s coming, so all you can do is hold on and enjoy the ride.

Or scream like a little girl and refuse to get on it ever again. But where’s the fun in that?

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