My Deal with the Universe

So, here's a recent conversation I had with myself.
Yes, with myself. Don't judge. ;-)


Me: "Get a hold of yourself already, will you? Yeah, you're in the querying phase of your novel and waiting to hear back is hard. But you've got to stop all the moping around."

Myself: "You're right. I have nothing to be mopey about. I accomplished something. I wrote another book. And I love this one, I really do. I don't know if others will though..."

Me: "You've only been querying for a month and have had several agents request pages. You queried your other novel for six months. So calm down already!

Myself: *Takes deep breath*

Me: "Besides, you already have something else in the works, and all this mopeyness is not sending out good energy into the universe (or some such thing that the book The Secret says)."

Myself: "You've got some good points. I need to hang in there, or my real jobs are going to suffer from my bad mood. Jewelry will come out all blackened and depressed looking, and the newspaper might want me to write the obituaries instead."

Me: "So how about you make a deal with the universe?"

Myself: "Like, what kind of deal?"

Me: "Like try hard to get out of this funk, start working on fresh ideas, and then the universe will pay you back with some kind of good news. "

Myself: "All right. How long do I have to do this before my good news comes?"

Me: "It's hard to say. So you've got to make a conscience decision to be more positive and take rejection/defeat in stride."

Myself: "But I have champagne chillaxing in the back of my fridge for good agent news. I don't want it to go bad. "

Me: "So you'll buy some more if you need to. Don't worry, you're time will come. I don't know when. But it will. You just have to believe."



Make a wish,

and then let it go,

Believe and believe,

and it will come back ten-fold.

-by moi'