The hideous three month process of the final project for my “The Novel” english class involved a detailed interactive report about an author, series, or genre of choice. It was over two weeks ago when I gave the report, having given up all hope that the letter I sent to the creator of The Last Unicorn would reach him.( I thought this because until just recently he apparently resided in the same DINKY LITTLE TOWN as me, therefore rendering it holy…but anyway, I discovered he no longer lived here…So I wrote “Please forward” on the letter and hoped for the best for several weeks.)
Moving right along…
Last night HE CALLED ME! LAST NIGHT! THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SEMESTER GRADING PERIOD ENDS! How could the timing be more perfect? He only just recieved the letter, too. And HE…the holy Mr. Beagle… called ME! By god I’m never going to wash these ears again.
So I interviewed him briefly and he gave me much wonderful advice on becoming the writer I wish to be…and I blew Mr. Valencich out of the friggin water when I smacked that puppy down on his desk.
Booya!
I feel so alive. 