my happiest twenty-four hours

I never expected I would ever say, “The email from my editor in New York was very supportive.” First, New York and editor are big-time and I never considered myself big-time. Second, I’ve been writing seriously for just three years, and it isn’t supposed to work like that.
The twenty-four hours started last night when I proved great sex can be had at all ages, and this time it was especially great. It ended when I got his email that proved I am a writer and made me feel like the wallflower whose just been asked to the prom.

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