Her Taste In Men and Music Turn A Bad Day Around

25 Sep, 2012

My daughter and I have the same taste in men. Ben & Jerry. Especially on bad days and the other day was no exception. I had a horrible, no good, bad mommy day. I had been the kind of mom we look at and think she’s lost it….I had one of those days that every mom goes through and utters, “What was I thinking?” while mentally calculating how much thearpy is going to cost for the kids later on. 

And lately Ben & Jerry have been frequenting my freezer on a weekly basis. Today was no exception. Before Cheyenne even got into the suburban, I knew it was one of those horrible, “I’m in middle school and life sucks” moment. Without saying anything, we piled into the house and made a bee line for the freezer with spoons in hand. 

For her, she was the clumsy girl in gym that no one wanted on their team, or to be partners with because she was constantly stumbling, missing the ball and taking out fellow teammates. She was the last to be picked today in volleyball, to make matters worse, she spiked the ball into one of her teammates heads. Rejection, overt or blatant is just Brutal

For me, the yelling, inconsistancy, and messes of a three-year-old had set me on edge. What pushed me over was the final rejection letter that I hoped wasn’t coming. My agent emailed me this: 

K. responded to my latest query today with news that they passed on your proposals. Here’s what she had to say: “The committee really liked Heather and her writing, but felt that the concepts were a little too niche for our publishing house. They asked me to send along their encouragement to keep building her platform and to keep sending this proposal out. It’s a strong one, but it’s just not right for us.”

I can’t say I’m especially surprised, except for the fact that K. seemed to be enthusiastic about the projects early on. This publishing house is very conservative and doesn’t take many risks on new non-fiction authors unless they already have a premier platform. It’s encouraging that they really liked your proposals.
Onward and upward. I will be sending queries out tomorrow and next week.
Granted it doesn’t sound as bad as you would think but they passed on THREE potential books. As Chy and I stood there a song reminded us there would be better days. We sat on the flooring sernading each other with our sticky spoons while singing:
Cause you had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
In fact, its okay to have bad days. As a mom and a writer, its not about who I am today but its the mom and writer I’m striving and fighting to be. 
As the song ended, Chy and I chimed our spoons knowing that today was a bad day but there is always tomorrow and the journey to be the persons we both were meant to be. 

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1 Comment

  1. Ann Snider
    September 25, 2012

    This is the best! Thanks for sharing.

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