And a novelist. Actually, anybody can be a novelist; all you need is a typewriter, and a couple of reams of paper. Being a published novelist is a lot...harder. You have to compete with dozens of novels coming into the same publishing house from beginning novelists at the same time.”“So?”“A lot of other professional jobs are somewhat easier. Mine and Andy’s choices, for example. Sure, we have to pass a lot of courses, but -- if we do well in those courses -- somebody is almost certain to hire us. A big lab comes bounding around the side yard right up to her. It jumps up and puts its big paws on either shoulder and licks Julie's face from chin to forehead. She squeals like a kid, hugs the dog, then gently puts the paws back on the ground."Okay, Hamlet," she teases. "I'm still your girl, no need to get jealous yet!" Your dog's name is Hamlet?" I ask. (I LOVE Shakespeare and I'm beginning to think this day just couldn't BE any better.)"Yup," she replies. "It's my favorite play."I think. " As I hang up the phone I chug the glass of water I grabbed and head out to the back yard. "Hey Stephanie, mom's not gonna be home till tomorrow and we can have some friends over." All the girls started screaming and jumping up and down in the water. It was hotter than hell now that I had been working all afternoon and I decided to jump in. Screw a swim suit, I just took off my shoes and jumped into the water in what I was wearing. A few of the girls laughed and others screamed playfully and. Good night Audrey,’ Brady said nodding sadly. He gently closed her door and turned to head back into the house. Audrey watched him walking away and came to a quick decision and rolled down her window. ‘Brady,’ she called out. ‘I’ll meet you at the Olive Garden Friday night at seven thirty.’ Brady’s face lit up with a big grin. ‘Sounds great. I’ll be there.’ That was their first date. Brady’s charm and easy going nature touched Audrey in ways no man had ever done. When she spoke, he listened.