My questions are 1) which paragraph from my first book will some publisher pull out to get me to write what will one day be MY absolutely faucets-clearing cash cow for centuries and 2) will it be this one:
Once inside the classroom, I was startled to see three other men with kids. I’d never seen one other guy in class before, much less three. I quickly determined that they’d just lost their jobs, meaning here were three more dudes I’d have to compete against for a job when my Manny tour of duty soon ended. Great. Perfect timing. I’d be going up against their Wall Street-packed résumés by having the goddam Cookie Monster as a reference. And of course along with silent nods of acknowledgement they each gave me the "so, you too, huh?" look, as if I too was a victim of corporate downsizing and in their little country club. I didn’t even bother giving them the "this is my two-hundred and fourteenth straight class - if the teacher gets assassinated in the middle of arts and crafts, guess who takes over?" look.
It really IS too late for this little dream, unfortunately:
I hope she realizes that at 85 there's not a lot of time left and really needs to get moving if she and John Grisham are ever gonna get together and give us A Time to Kill a Mockingbird. - XMASTIME
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