Since the last update, I heard back from a Big Fish.
I wasn’t anticipating it.
It’s not that I’m a pessimist–hardly–but I am a realist. Even though I’m fishing with a woolly bugger and have confidence in her, I know that big fish don’t come easily.
So there I was on a Thursday night like any other, sifting through junk mail and cleaning out my in-box when a new message popped in from an address I did not recognize, although the last name was unmistakable.
The message was brief. It did not contain an immediate offer of assistance due to a very busy schedule (not surprisingly, Big Fish are very busy). But it was not a refusal and left me with great hope.
I tried not to jump out of my chair for fear of hitting my head on the ceiling. I was successful in avoiding injury, however, I did not sleep much that night.
This is not to say that it was a slam-dunk.
In fact far from it.
But I was very much encouraged. In time, and I do not know how long that time may be, this person may be able to help with Olive’s quest for the Big Screen.
They indicated that if I were not in a rush they would see what they could do.
Of course I obsessed over what to say in a reply, and sweated bullets composing a response. In the end I kept it very simple: I thanked the Big Fish for their time and asked if I could send them a set of books. I suggested that after they had a chance to read the books we might set up a time to chat on the phone, via email, or in person.
I’m still waiting for a reply to my reply, and having difficulty sleeping.