“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.” -Oriah Mountain Dreamer
My purse was stolen last night and the thief used my gas card three times. So, I guess some of us are more connected than others. I wonder if the thief thought my driver’s license picture was cute. It was. I did my hair that day.
I read in The Tipping Point (by Malcolm Gladwell, which, if you haven’t read it, drop what you’re reading and pick this up immediately) that we’re divided from everyone in the world not by 6 degrees of separation but by 4.5 degrees. And that leads me to my point. I need blurbs for my book. Here’s the thing with blurbs…they have to be by authors or someone of note. I do appreciate all of the offers from my friends who said they’d read and quote. You’d better, on Amazon after it comes out. But, one step at a time.
So, let’s get on this project. Ask a few people and ask them to ask a few people. We can do this! There are only 4.5 people we need to link through to hook this up. I wonder if the .5 person is going to be the sticky wicket.
This is what I dare to dream. This is my heart’s longing. And I need an assist. Thanks!
Heather said,
January 23, 2007 at 9:06 am
Poo to thieves! They’re worse than Meg Ryan!
Jenn said,
January 23, 2007 at 11:00 am
What happened with your purse?? That’s awful!
Christy said,
January 23, 2007 at 11:41 am
I think one of my step grandmother’s sons knows Jimmy Carter.
Heather said,
January 23, 2007 at 1:03 pm
Hit him up! He wrote a book! I met Pee-Wee Herman once, but I don’t know if you’d want him “blurbing” your book. Which sounds gross in my mind now.
Christy said,
January 17, 2008 at 11:46 am
We haven’t had a retarded ridiculous adventure in a while…
julieluongo said,
January 17, 2008 at 2:37 pm
I’m sick. Sooo sick. Bad bad mogumbo.