By posting this, I’m pretty sure I’ve just jinxed myself. But it seems there’s no point in living if you can’t tempt fate.
Last night I had a dream that an agent I met at a conference sent a package to my home with a post-it that said: “Secret for you. Meet me at the shop.” I was very confused about who the sender might be, where the shop might be and what the secret might be. Fortunately, there was a follow-up phone call that clarified things.
“I’m looking for Jane Merkin,” the strange voice spoke urgently.
“Jane Merkin? I don’t know who she is.”
“I need her to meet me at the shop.”
“You have the wrong place. I don’t know who she is.”
“You can’t find her?”
“Well, then…give me a call. We need to talk futher.”
I find it pretty hilarious that I hung up the phone and immediately called back to speak to the very same person. I was offered representation from the agent since Jane Merkin was not available.
Sorry Jane! Right place, right time…