With my Snoopy mug and cookie in hand, I sat down at the kitchen table. With no A/C in the house, I keep my cookies in the refrigerator, making the chips almost as hard as pebbles. I bit down and winced. Hmm, probably one of the chips. I finished, put the glass in the dishwasher, and went to my computer.
My tongue sent an alert to my brain. "Sharp tooth, left side, upper." Uh-oh. That chip wasn't chocolate. I swallowed part of my molar.
Faced with the dilemma of going back to my former dentist - Five-Shots-of-Novacaine- that-Still-Didn't-Work-Dr. Pain - I froze. Eureka! The Yellow Pages listed a lot of dentists. Ah, here's one I'd heard about in favorable terms. I made an appointment for a consultation.
I entered the dentist's lair and leaned on the granite countertop. The decor, the staff walking around, talking in hushed tones, all spoke of success - not to mention high fees.
One of the women led me to an examining room, and peered into my mouth. "I'll need an X-Ray, and then the doctor will see you." After ten minutes, the X-Ray was ready, the doctor was ready, and the hygienist was ready - but I wasn't ready. To be continued...
Have you ever had a bad experience with an editor/agent appointment? It makes you nervous and wary of scheduling future meetings. How do you overcome, "Editor Anxiety?"