I spent the weekend at a writing conference. I’ve been feeling a bit discouraged with the business of trying to find an agent so I decided I needed to get out and meet new writers and focus on the work instead of the rejection.
While in transit I had this text exchange with my fella. It was good encouragement as well as a good reminder of why we are hanging out in the first place.
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I’m a middle-aged former Mormon (aka the “other FOMO”), essayist, and playwright living in Salt Lake City. I work in pharmaceuticals professionally and write recreationally—though I’m open to reversing that someday.
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One Comment
JP
Well played!! I like your fella more and more each day. 😉