i remember vividly the call that changed my life. it was tuesday, february 18 ．when the 1 rang in the kitchen of my los angeles, the 2 was marty banderas, a literary agent to whom i had sent a draft( 草稿 )of my novel three weeks earlier. “i have a couple of 3 .” banderas said．“first, how old are you?” “i'm 48,” i replied．“are you in good 4 ?” “yes, excellent. what’s this about? ” “i’ve sold your novels 5 one and a half million dollars.” i sat down in 6 . i had written fourteen novels in twenty years, but each one had been 7 by the publishers. i suppose many people would have been 8 , but not me. each time, i just 9 writing another one. my husband advised me to find something else to do, but i refused to 10 up. seeing this
