A major magazine wanted me to moderate two entrepreneurs in a discussion for an upcoming issue. One of them (think Gramercy Park Hotel) turned it down. End of assignment…A producer called to say he loves my work and desperately wants to option something I’d written. I was thrilled. “Which thing?” I asked. He named it. I hadn’t written it….A store I like (think Daffy’s) wanted to put me in their latest ad campaign. I was beside myself. They called back to cancel…I took tons of money out of Washington Mutual in a panic and even paid a penalty. They didn’t fold!…Is this a test, God?