I am not sure what to do with my T-I-M-E so I start going through old emails:
“There are many kinds of business people but there are two colors of courage: there are people who want to climb mountains and there are people who choose to walk in valleys. You are in the former category. My suspicion is that you are probably a very effective sales person, otherwise you would have not gotten as far as you have – the talent and desire are there.” – Sal Castaneda, San Francisco.
Hey, maybe I am a good salesperson. I think I’ll follow up with the architect regarding the Art Basel Project.
“I’ve made lots of progress – I’ve got The Yummiest, Miami Life Center and the Miami Writers Association as partners…it’s definitely going to happen…do you think you still want to sponsor it?”
“This economy, you know…”
Yeah, I know. That’s what everyone says lately. It’s a bunch of bullshit. I was hoping to land a $90,000 sponsorship from the architect since he knew me and knows that I am a fucking brilliant writer. He was a fan of The Devil’s Advocate.
Then he says, “Hey, if you dress up in that devil costume, let me know.”
My heart sinks. I hoped, hoped, hoped Dean wasn’t another Miami B-O-Y.
I thought he was more European…but he’s just another sleezy guy trying to stare at my A-S-S.
Yesterday I was feeling sorry for myself and saying that I went downhill after I left RE.
Why do I write such shit?
Why do I bring myself down this way?
Pick yourself up, girl. This attitude gets you nowhere!!
I take a shower.
