There is a place in the city centre that sports a most peculiar plant sculpture. It is Lincoln Square and the sculpture, in Diana's garden, is one of a bookworm.
I thought it was very appropriate indeed when I walked past it after I posted my further book sample to my potential agent. I secretly kissed the envelope before I passed it over for stamping and it is true that, no matter how much or how often I tell myself that I should not think about it, actually, I do. I hope The Bookworm will bring good luck. It would be so funny to be able to tell one day that I stood infront of him after posting a seminal envelope to a seminal person. I so hope the seminal day was today.