And That Was That
And That Was That
I t was a brief encounter. The first time I sat down with my literary manager. It’s also been the only time we’ve ever met face to face.
It was at a film festival. An opulent hotel lobby. A bustling hotel lobby. His hotel. I was couch surfing my stay.
We spoke for no more than twenty minutes. As we did I noticed Manager’s propensity to not make a lot of direct eye contact. I didn’t mind. In fact…
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