All those ambitions I have nursed for years: New York Times Bestselling book, presidential Speech-Writer, musician touring for sold-out audiences world-wide, mother of children equally ambitious and ten times more talented than me....
Kind of thinking maybe I'll just open a used bookstore/flower shop. That way I can be a hermit and just live in my store, using an "Alcott" as a bed. (Snort.)
True, I have absolutely no business skills, I want to pelt math in the face over and over with slushballs, and the people skills I DO possess only involve me speaking or singing with a microphone and them clapping. And not talking back except to say, "You're my hero, here's my panties!"
So if, someday, you see a crazy old lady with long silver hair in pigtails putting the open sign outside "Petal Pushers" or "PerUSED Books..." Come on in and say hi! I'll give you a discount on any Orson Scott Cards (never cared for them) and you'll get a free Fountainhead, considering I already pass them out like Bibles with my favorite passages highlighted.
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