Sometimes things just happen, and you haven’t pre-planned them, and you’re not quite sure if you could ever orchestrate anything like them again.
My family and I were at a conference all weekend. After the Saturday morning session, we asked if we could tag along (with the organizers and speakers) for lunch. We didn’t get to sit with the speakers, but we did sit with their assistants. The conversation had hardly started when we talked about writing. I handed over my card and was asked if I did ghostwriting. When I said that I was a ghostwriter for Destiny Image, a feather fell from the air above . . . inside the restaurant. . . . Was it an angel flying off once his assignment was completed? I’ll never know.
However, I now have a two-book ghostwriting contract with one of the speakers. On the way out, we stopped to speak to the other speaker—a man we had had the good fortune of having lunch with the previous Christmas. I asked him if he still wanted me to edit his book, as I had heard nothing from him for six months. He said that he had had at least six others offer to edit it for him but he really wanted me to do it, as I “get him.”
All this work should keep me busy for the next five months. 🙂