I'm really enjoying Amy Poehler's memoir Yes Please. She details stories from her SNL days and also includes bits about motherhood and divorce. My favorite part of the book so far is the beginning. She talks about how hard it is to write a book. As I just finished writing my first full length manuscript, I could relate. It turns out even famous people who have been writing for years find that writing a book is no easy task.
The front door squeaked open. First Maggie saw the steel-toed alligator skin boots and worked her way up to the Stetson cowboy hat perched on the guy’s tall, rugged frame. There was goatee stubble on his face. His hazel eyes were penetrating. He was undeniably hot. Maggie was having a hard time breathing. Be cool . Cowboys were so not her type anyway. And what was one doing in Hollywood? Maybe he was an extra on something shooting nearby. If not, shouldn’t he be in Montana roping steer or something? Sweat pooled in her armpits from running to work. She glanced at her reflection in the dark paneled door. Her hair was thrown up in a messy crow’s nest of a bun. And her uniform did her no favors. Pleated beige polyester pants and a loose green polo shirt would make anyone look dowdy. The cowboy extended his hand. “Ma’am, I’m here for the ten o’ clock movie studio tour.”
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