Wednesday, February 14, 2007

So, I got my first book rejection this morning with my coffee. The email was brief and direct, one sentence…a little like a single bullet to the brain, or maybe the heart.

But, to quote Monty Python’s Holy Grail, “I’m not dead yet!”

I promptly did what all budding authors do:



I gave myself a manicure,

















made myself some festive beaded rings,












and gave that rejection email the bird.















Speaking of festive…today is step-son Graham’s birthday.

Have a great one, Spammy!

Note the knitted GEEK headband - he made it himself, I'm so proud!!!

2 comments:

  1. mrweaver7:23 PM

    ...a festive bird at that!

    Hang in there - I enjoy your posts, so there is a market out there somewhere. Say hey to Dave-

    mrw

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  2. I thought I saw your middle finger being driven upward by the demands of irony early on, but on reflection I suspect that I had Alan Arkin's finger instead of thumb in Catch-22 tucked somewhere in the recesses of my mind. Keep writing. I enjoy your posts. If you inherited any ability I am sure it came from your mother.

    A college classmate of both

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