Some days I wish life was just a series of bullets:  you tick them off, one by one, boom boom boom.  And done.  Life should go that fast, that succinctly.  Plus you don’t have to provide continuity or a story arc with bullets.  You just write, bulletize, and go.  Done.  See? I’m in the edit mode for my first column at Literary Mama.  Real editing done by a real editor.  This is as close to the Big Time as I have yet come, and it oddly seems almost an anti-climax.  Printing and signing and sending the contract to Literary Mama, that’s when I felt like my life was changing, that…