Ann Ingalls



Along with the electric bill and several catalogs for merchandise I never intend to buy were two envelopes I hoped held contracts for manuscripts I’d sent to a favorite editor.

As I read the reasons why these were rejected, I noted that she asked me to give her a call. Give HER a call. And so I did.

We’d met before at conferences and I have to say she’s just the kind of person I’d invite to coffee or to dinner. What I want to say is that she’s real, she’s personable and she’s not the least bit intimidating. So…I think I’ll send something to her again soon.

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