NOTE* I got my start writing a weekly humor column for a suburban newspaper. Primarily it was about family, but occasionally, I would write about the joys of the writing life. Here is another one of the columns for your enjoyment: Whe n I sold my first short story to a magazine a few weeks a go , we were all happily playing Howard Hughes around he re for awhile. My husband was planning his retirement, the k i ds were picking out houses in the country and I had v is i on s of never having to look at another price tag " again be fo re I bought a dress. I suppose we're all entitled to our glory dreams and it sure was fun w hile it lasted. But now that the excitement has died do wn to a dull roar and the rejection slips have started to li tter my desk again, we have resigned ourselves to the fact tha t perhaps we'll have to wait awhile before we start r e ck l ess ly th r owing money around buying mink coats and hamburgers . A njanette has given up her dream of a whole new bed...