Coffee At Home With Her
01 Sep, 2012
SO glad it’s Saturday. No worries about meetings, schedules, and school…too bad the kids don’t really sleep in. Come join me as I pour myself a cup of chocolate truffle coffee. YUM! Black, straight up. Jen is off, hopefully on a fun boating excursion OR she is covered again is puke. Her son has been sick and Leslie is on a get away day with her man at the Husker game…So its just me, my thoughts and my friends at HVFH Now for my totally random thoughts.
This week was brutal. Want to see what I woke up to?
Here’s the football….
Moving on….my thoughts shift to the stack of papers sitting on my desk for middle school.
How on earth did sending your kid to school become SO complicated? There are websites on top of passwords on top of blogs for my daughter’s educational year. How many sites do I need to keep track of?
1. Homework blog
2. Math site
3. English site
4. Power School
5. Lunch Account.
It’s enough to make anyone’s head spin. We’re still navigating the waters of public school. Looks like I’m in for several lessons this year. And in exactly 18 days I WILL be the mother of a teenager, not that she isn’t already acting like one–she is. Love my kids.
As I sit and nurse this cup of coffee, I wonder what my future holds. Only yesterday I got not one but two rejection letters. In the writing world, rejections are a part of life. Sometimes it takes up to 60 rejections before a writer finds the right publishing house for their book, especially nonfiction writers. What does a rejection letter look like?
Our acquisitions team met recently and discussed both of your proposals. Our initial reviewers said that your writing is interesting and engaging, but ultimately they felt that neither concept was quite a fit for —-
After the team met, I took a closer look myself to confirm their evaluation. I think you have an engaging, easy-to-read writing style and a strong message. Unfortunately, I came to the same conclusion that the proposals don’t quite fit what we’re doing at —-. I wish that I had better news.
And yet another one my agent forwarded to me:
”It was a tough decision but we’ve decided to pass on these. Certainly a young voice with a growing platform unfortunately we have taken on several of those and need to focus attention on their successful launch.”
Ouch. But its a part of life and at least I can walk out the lessons of perseverance and grace in front of my kids (after I stomp my feet and throw a hissy fit in the privacy of my bedroom first). Are you good at facing rejection or hearing the word, “No?”
So during my pity party, I went and got my nails done. Decided to do something “Husker-ish” since the season of Husker Football is gearing up. I so totally don’t get it but that’s because I grew up in Wyoming. School pride was lacking because we were ‘Dogies” pronounced “Dough-gees”, a bum calf….
In the meantime, it’s back to the writing board. It’s back to being a mom and enjoying the fall season. Que in the music from Rascal Flatts and I know the future will turn out how it was intended. Oh! If you like the nails, go see Liz, she moved to Fanci That.