Every Wednesday a group of about six male coffee drinkers meets at a table outside the coffee shop I frequent for my writing. I’ve exchanged pleasantries with the men on occasion, but never stopped to talk.
This morning as I was leaving, having reached my daily writing goal, one of the men said, “Leaving early today?”
“Yessir. I reached my word count so now I can go spend my husband’s money on frivolous stuff like food and gasoline.”
They all laughed, so I figured my work on earth was done.
“You’re a writer then?” Another man asked.
Now, the smart a** side of me wanted to say something witty, but the regular side of me couldn’t come up with anything, so I just admitted to being a writer.
And then I went into marketing mode. Sold six books. Yay me.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
They do know about the sequels, right?!
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I figured if they liked book one, they’d inquire about the sequels…
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Nice job!
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See? A marketer too!!!!!
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Reblogged this on Disablities & Mental Health Issues.
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Hey no way! That’s so cool 😀
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I can be bold at times!
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Should’ve said you were working on your latest overthrow-the-government manifesto or something.
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See, the best ideas never happen in the moment. At least not to me.
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