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nonionaySo yeah.
Today I made my first sale ever. Today, I caught my hair on fire.
It's a pro sale, and I'll let everyone know the details when I'm sure I can. Now, I've told myself I can't cut my hair until I sold something. I was telling this to someone at the Clarion party as I was sitting down to recover from the hair-burning thing, and the synchronicity of it all crashed down on me, and I started to cry. Our host kindly took me into a back room to unwind. Music was playing there, and what was it playing? Something entitled "Scorched."
Wait, how did I catch my hair on fire?
So I show up at the Clarion party, take down my hair from its bun, and start talking to people standing in the yard. Suddenly![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jackwilliambell starts yelling, and I become aware that my hair is on fire. Jack considers pouring his beer on me, I remember Stop Drop and Roll, and fall to the ground, feeling a little happy that I actually get to use it. Then I sit up on the grass and am the center of attention. Turns out there was a very low tiki torch which I was unaware of.
Still shaking, I told everyone I'd just made my first sale.
I wasn't hurt at all, and quick thinking all around prevented major damage. My skirt is a little holey (but still wearable.) My hoodie has some nasty holes, but I just got a new hoodie yesterday.
My hair... isn't too bad. I've got a LOT of hair, and only the top layer was damaged. It still has length, if slightly less volume. I smell funny. Keffy's calling me a sentient hairdryer.
I shampooed the ends, and dumped a bunch of conditioner in there. I'm still a sentient hairdryer, but a slightly perfumed one.
Truthfully, I needed this to happen. I've tied up a whole lot of my identity in my hair, and I appreciate the reminder that it can all go up in smoke. (ahem) I have enough sense of irony, humility and adventure that I can laugh and appreciate it.
Today I made my first sale ever. Today, I caught my hair on fire.
It's a pro sale, and I'll let everyone know the details when I'm sure I can. Now, I've told myself I can't cut my hair until I sold something. I was telling this to someone at the Clarion party as I was sitting down to recover from the hair-burning thing, and the synchronicity of it all crashed down on me, and I started to cry. Our host kindly took me into a back room to unwind. Music was playing there, and what was it playing? Something entitled "Scorched."
Wait, how did I catch my hair on fire?
So I show up at the Clarion party, take down my hair from its bun, and start talking to people standing in the yard. Suddenly
jackwilliambell starts yelling, and I become aware that my hair is on fire. Jack considers pouring his beer on me, I remember Stop Drop and Roll, and fall to the ground, feeling a little happy that I actually get to use it. Then I sit up on the grass and am the center of attention. Turns out there was a very low tiki torch which I was unaware of.Still shaking, I told everyone I'd just made my first sale.
I wasn't hurt at all, and quick thinking all around prevented major damage. My skirt is a little holey (but still wearable.) My hoodie has some nasty holes, but I just got a new hoodie yesterday.
My hair... isn't too bad. I've got a LOT of hair, and only the top layer was damaged. It still has length, if slightly less volume. I smell funny. Keffy's calling me a sentient hairdryer.
I shampooed the ends, and dumped a bunch of conditioner in there. I'm still a sentient hairdryer, but a slightly perfumed one.
Truthfully, I needed this to happen. I've tied up a whole lot of my identity in my hair, and I appreciate the reminder that it can all go up in smoke. (ahem) I have enough sense of irony, humility and adventure that I can laugh and appreciate it.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 12:24 pm (UTC)But, more importantly, CONGRATULATIONS! I like forward to hearing the details! You are an awesome writer; you'll have many more of these, hopefully with less trauma in the future.
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Date: 2010-07-03 03:24 pm (UTC)(Once my shirt caught on fire and I felt the same thing about Stop, Drop, and Roll. I was all "YEAH!" and then someone who must not be named started slapping at the flames with their bare hands and I was like "STOPPIT! I'm doing something here" and completed my dropping and rolling so perfectly I should have been in the Olympics for fire-killing.)
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Date: 2010-07-03 03:58 pm (UTC)Boo for the hair fire :(
yay! um, yay?
Date: 2010-07-03 04:07 pm (UTC)And don't forget, you must now make a writerly ritual of burning your hair every time you make a sale.
:) congratulations on the pro sale!
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