Joe’s Post #75
Joe: Hey, Santa. How’s it going, big guy?
Santa: How did you get my phone number? You want to get on my naughty list?
Joe: Talk to the Easter Bunny. He said I could txt you any time.
Santa: That little assail.
Joe: Nah, don’t worry, that kinda backfired. All that exercise equipment you sent remains unused. But thanks for the thought.
Santa: So what do you want this year?
Joe: I want to thank you for all that you did bring me. You brought me a girlfriend, which was awesome nice of you and even though she didn’t arrive until Feb, she’s the most amazing present ever.
Santa: Well, actually that wasn’t me.
Joe: And I want to thank you for giving me the courage to do a whole bunch of things this year that I’d never thought I’d do.
Santa: Listen, Joe, I think you’re mixing me up with God or fate or whatever you writers believe in these days.
Joe: And I’d like to thank you for all the great friends in my life who support and believe in me.
Santa: OMG. Stop it. It wasn’t me.
Joe: Anyway, for this year, I’d like only one thing.
Santa: Here it comes. I’m going to ducking kill that bunny.
Joe: So here’s the thing. I want no more rejection letters. I want an agent who believes in me as much as my friends do, as much as my writing group does, as much as my dog does.
Santa: Are you kidding me?
Santa: OMFG! Will you nut up already?
Joe: Santa! You sound kinda angry.
Santa: I am. You think you’re the only one who has to deal with rejection? Try being me. As soon as kids reach a certain age, whammo, they don’t believe in me anymore. Talk about in-your-face rejection. Like I suddenly cease to exist. They stop sending me letters and singing songs about me, and leaving cookies and milk for me, but do I get all mopey and whiny? No. No I don’t. Cuz I’m ducking Santa. I keep on doing what I love to do.
Santa: Just don’t give up. Keep on trying. I mean, hellsbells, man, you managed to get an amazing, beautiful women. The raindeer had a pool that listed the odds agianst that happening at 200-1. So believe me, if you can do that, you can do anything.
Joe: You think so?
Santa: I know so. Listen, trust in the process. Write. Send. Repeat. The rest will follow. I told King that and look what happened, but holy hell, the things that kid wanted for Christmas, I still have nightmares.
Joe: I hear what you’re saying fat man. But now I want something else.
Santa: You greedy little…
Joe: I want this to be the best Christmas for everyone, especially for my girl and her two boys.