About this authoredit dataOne day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodgeball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what lap top out the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone and hit #4 on her speed dial."Hello.""Boss, is that you?""Why yes, A. M., who else would be answering my phone?""Er... right. Well, I'm calling to let you know you can pick up my luxury Ford Focus at Starbucks near the interstate.""Why ever would I want to do that?""Because I quit you idiot!"A.M. hit the end button and speed dialed her husband.