They can be so easy-come-easy-go, can't they? All about you one second, and leave you stone cold the next. Sounds like some men I know :P

But after years of silence, mine messaged me the other day, telling me to send a sample of my finished novel. So I did. I followed up with a 'didja get it?' And guess what I've heard so far?

A big, fat dial tone. Or the equivalent of a dial tone in email inbox terms. I guess, that would be the lowering of eyelids accompanied with a sigh.

So yes, its' been two weeks since they've surely had the work in hand. But I'm still checking my inbox every day...

...unlike life, will stop shortly after you throw up.

I get all excited when I see my red light going off, but realize, it's only alerting me that I've sent an email.

Sigh.