Saw Julie and Julia last night. Best. Movie. In YEARS. It spoke both to the foodie and the writer in me. GO. SEE. IT.
Today was a Tonyless Saturday. He’s been working a lot of Saturdays lately. It has to do with his new job title (same pay – less help). ANYWAY, I gave up and went to my parents house and took them and the girls to the happy fun pool near where they live. That was after stopping at Wal-mart to buy the girls swim suits – as I rewashed their sandy suits this morning in the kitchen sink and left them there. Dope. Eleanor about wore herself out with all the jumping and sliding and so on. Saralyn did the ickyest thing possible in the pool. You get three guesses. And I had to clean her up. Ew.
I got to read the first two chapters of my new book to my mother, that’s always fun. She loves to hear me read to her, especially when I write the words. However, not very objective. Mom’s rarely are, not the good ones anyway. Supportive to the last, moms are.
I just got home and there was a self addressed stamped envelope waiting for me. A real rejection. One of the ones that I had to send through snail mail. I sent it in mid June and it’s come home to stare at me. I don’t mind the e-mail rejections so much. I put a star next to them, record each one in my notes, and click on the next missive in my “in” box. But that letter – it’s going to hang around, mocking me. It was printed on really nice paper, too. The kind with a water mark. Textured. Where do I put this?
I would have loved to have had that agency – Oh, let’s call it Huggy-face – to represent me. I’d have died of happiness. Alas, Huggy-face has an “already crowded list,” and “are forced to be extremely selective when considering new clients,” but “appreciated the opportunity to see your material…”
SO THEY CAN POOP ON IT!
Oh, wait, that was Saralyn.
OK. Ok. ok. I’ll keep going. SOMEONE out there must want to represent me. Especially when Steampunk is the new vampire.
Speaking of vampire novels, Books a Million had a display table of JUST vampire novels for a, oh what was it? Something catchy like Sink your teeth into summer campaign. There must have been 75 titles on that table. Wow. Did you know that most of those tables, end caps and “New This Week” displays are positioning paid for by the publishers? What? You think THOSE books end up on the front table because the staff liked them best? NOPE. Just something to be aware of as you “browse”.
I’m going to lick my literary wounds.