By Tamra Norton
So the other day I was fixing lunch for the kids (chili mac--a staple at our house), and when I opened the can of chili and took off the lid, I found something very interesting--the state of Texas--really. I found Texas in my chili. Apparently a hunk of chili fell from the top, center of the can, which resulted in an almost perfectly shaped cut-out of the state of Texas (where we happen to live AND where this particular can of chili was made.
Now I know what you're thinking.
What in the heck does this have to do with writing? Well, my friends, I'll tell you...
Was it simply a coincidence that I found Texas in my chili? I think not!
A miracle? Ummmmm...okay, so not
exactly...
But was it incredible? Astonishing? Fantastic? Sure, why not. My kids and I got a huge kick out of it.
Personally (and please, don't read too much in to this like Tami has turned coo-coo-nutzo or anything), I think it's a sign from the heavens telling me that my little ol' "fairy tale" manuscript from this little ol' author from Texas is going to be picked up by some fancy schmancy agent, and shopped around to some fancier schmancier east coast publishing house. And the end result will be something much more incredible than a hill'a chili beans.
Just sayin'...
