The guy who gave me the apartment in exchange for keeping his books and stuff? He told me today if he managed to buy two more buildings, he’d pay me a salary, too. Which would mean I get a job with flexible hours and I could write whatever the hell I want to because he knows what I write and doesn’t care. He’s cool with it. In fact, he hopes I get a bestseller soon and make some real money.
My life is changing day to day, even minute to minute. It’s like being on a roller coaster. As it happens…I don’t like roller coasters. They scare the crap out of me. I remember once, years ago, I got on what I thought was a tame little ride somewhere, and at the end, they sent the cars over a cliff. I found myself heading straight down into the abyss. My heart jumped into my throat and panic whipped through me. I was terrified.
After the cars docked and we got out, someone approached me, showing me a picture of my face at the moment I thought I was going to die. “You look like you’re having a great time,” she said.
I could not control my nervous laughter. “Yeah? Shows how much you know.”
I did not buy the shot. I didn’t want to remember how very scared those few seconds made me.