Then I started writing another novel. It didn't come as quickly this time, though. It took me almost a month to get the complete list of what ifs set up and answered to my satisfaction before I was ready to start the outline.
The end of that month, having already received eleven rejection letters from a slew of agents, I decided to go out. No, not to get laid. Just go out and get something to eat and have a few margaritas and watch people have fun.
"Still alone I see," the voice behind me said as sipped my second margarita.
I didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.
"How are you, Susan?"
"Very good," she said, snaking between the chairs and sitting opposite me. "And I thought you'd forget."
I smiled. "Hard to forget your first time."
She laughed.
I flagged down a waitres
