That newspaper reporter girl whose managing editor told her—“you’re not a real writer. You’ll never be a writer—you’re just adequate as a reporter”—36 years ago? She never would have believed the story she decided to re-write—her own story. That she’d get a book contract with a big five New York publisher. That she’d get a literary agent like @agentstuartk who’d see something ELSE in her. That she’d become a New York Times bestseller many times over who’s about to have her 34th novel (ROAD TRIP) out in a month. That she’d get to go to New York City (New-fuckin-York!) and have a long chatty lunch with said agent, followed up by a session at @stmartinspress to record the author’s note for the audiobook of ROAD TRIP. She definitely wouldn’t have believed she’d get invited to dinner with one of her writer crushes @elinorlipman, her library sales pal Virginia Stanley, plus editor extraordinaire @carrieferon. But I’m pretty sure she’d have expected to climb into a Lyft ride with a vomit bag handily attached to the front seat headrest. Cuz that’s the kinda weird shit that happens in real life. Headed to Savannah now, if Delta cooperates, for some more “is this really my life?” Stuff. Also, don’t forget to #buymybookdammit. #authorlife #dayslikethis
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