Drowning my sorrows in chocolate…

I’ve consumed approximately 1/4 pound of chocolate caramels. Why, you ask? Because I’ve received the third letter from a publisher (no, not the M&B book–we’re still waiting on that) saying that they like my writing but for whatever reason (historical market, a synopsis that makes no sense, full list for the year, werewolves howling at the moon), they don’t want to see the complete manuscript.

Now see, this doesn’t make sense to me. If you truly like the writing, wouldn’t you want to read more? Okay, so maybe I have a hard time writing a synopsis of a book. Taking 400 pages and condensing it down to a 5 page summary is someone’s sick idea of a past time. And it isn’t as though readers are buying that (Thank God!).

I’ve translated this recent rejection:

Dear Michelle,

I loved the chapters you sent me. They were a real kick in the pants. But as soon as I read your synopsis, it was clear to me that you were smoking drugs when you wrote this garbage. It makes no sense, and does not in any way resemble a publishable book.

Sincerely,
The Editor

:loser: So, to console myself, I’ve baked 7 fruitcakes (mini-loaves), eaten one of them, and inhaled more of my chocolate caramels. It’s not only about the rejection, though. This is going to be the week from H-E-double-hockey-sticks. I have to chaperone a band concert Wednesday night :kneel:, enjoy a dentist appointment on Thursday (my son is accompanying me since he’s freaked out during the last two dental visits and I’m going to make him watch my appointment), and then Friday is the big CHRISTMAS extravaganza. I think I’m supposed to bake cookies. Maybe I’ll send fruitcake. Last year, my son was dressed in black and white and was supposed to sing “I’m a Little Penguin.” He stood on stage, stared at the lights, and burst into tears when he saw me.

I foresee great happenings on Friday. Poor baby.

Saturday night is our office/school Christmas party. There may be some going on….:woot: