I had a party this weekend. Not your typical chips & dip and one-too-many-Margaritas type of party. Nope, I held a good old fashioned pity party for myself.
The reason why I pitied myself for 72 hours straight was because my middle grade novel almost made it all the way. But almost didn’t land me a book contract. But there's more to tell you because there is a silver lining to this story (even though it feels more like a grey-ish lining right now).
I worked through a couple of rounds of revisions (over ten months or so) with an amazing editor and, through her guidance, I think the book was whooped up into awesome shape. Unfortunately, the publisher still didn’t feel it was a perfect match for their list.
That was as far as I could get into the email from my agent before breaking into loud, wailing tears (which I had to do in the bathroom because I didn’t want my little boy to see me like that!). But then I gathered myself together and read the rest of the email. Apparently, this amazing editor still didn’t want to give up on my book. She called another editor friend of hers at another imprint and talked about my book to her. And now it’s been passed along to her, with a glowing recommendation.
Yahoo! How astoundingly cool is that!? Never mind what I said…it’s totally a silver lining!!
Even though I’m excited about this new prospect, I did feel I needed to grieve through the loss of getting the chance to work with this editor whom I so completely respect. So I did that in the way that any truly self-respecting Southerner would do…with lots of beer and fried chicken.
So now that I’m hung-over and fat, I’m going to pick myself back up, eat a salad, go jogging, thank Jay and Eve for listening to me, and get back into my writing room and do it all over again.
Next time I have a pity party, you’re all invited. Let me know if you have any ideas for party favors!