Gettinger, Amy books

Roll with the Punches

At 7:30 on Friday morning, I woke in my own little condo and unbent myself inch by inch, still groggy from the four Motrins and three Tylenols with codeine I'd needed to sleep. After two cups of coffee, some failed yoga, and a stiff email from my last hope of an agent, Ivy Liygh, dumping me and m...