When my soon-to-be editor backed out after my weekend of writing in the woods, panic wasn’t an immediate thought. “Everything happens for a reason”, is now my mantra. As I parked the car on the hill and walked back to the house, my mind wondered from my normal fantasies of an attached two-car garage to finding a new editor. After all I wasn’t prepared to go in naked without a “professional” looking at my book proposal. As I looked down at my blackberry, an email from my friend popped into my inbox at that exact moment.
She’d just thrown a bachelorette party with burlesque lessons and yes, tassels, and was sharing the highlights. I can tell you I almost wet my pants laughing as I scanned her email. In the middle of my hysterics it dawned on me she would know exactly the right person to help me out of this predicament. She’d just finished her own book. Since I’m not saying “no” to much these days, I immediately speed dialed her number and followed my hunch.
After sharing in the priceless images of women dancing awkwardly while the teacher yells from the back of the room, “juicy bounce” - my entrepreneurial friend, turned tassel dancer, said she knew the right person. I’ll sleep well tonight knowing I have one option. She was a fellow dancer, so who knows if there’ll be stripper heals involved. I’m willing to see where this goes. If nothing else, this confirms the universe has a great sense of humor.
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