Tuesday, August 29

In the great words of Erykah Badu.....

"Now keep in mind, I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my s*&^!"

I got my first OFFICIAL rejection letter from THE publishing company I wanted to be the home
for my outrageously adorable (and marketable) series of children's books. My blood, sweat and tears was sent back to me in the pitiful self-addressed envelope I enclosed with a even more pitiful 4X6 piece of scrap paper. With the stock response....We apologize for this impersonal response but the amount of submissions we receive, outweighs...blah, blah, blah and your work was given careul consideration....yadda, yadda, yadda but NO!!!!!!! NO!!!!! NO!!!!!!

Now I know you're saying..."One rejection letter, Bitch please." But this is how I operate. My confidence is (was?) right up there with the stars. The screenplays....I'll give you an inch on rejecting those. That's a whole other show Oprah. But this book my aunt and I have created. This legacy. I mean if I had an extra $20,000 laying around, I would self-publish the first series. Get everyone's attention and then make him come high with the numbers, for the rest of the series.

And if, if was a fifth....We'd all be drunk.

I'm running out of optimism. Even though I know, I know, it's my own belief about most things.....If you line your ducks up in a row..and it still doesn't work out, then it wasn't meant to be. I know this. I maneuver through life with this. But sometimes, I get knocked on my Arse and this is one time. I did my research on children's book publishers and reached out to this company...exclusively...because I'm not the one for settling. But I do know, what we think we want is not always what we are supposed to have and so the path for my children's book has switched up a bit. The way I would prefer it to go down...if I submit my work to a company I'm not supposed to be with then my lawyer would negotiate back and forth for a few weeks until we finally decided not to go with the company. That's more ideal and hella' easier to swallow, than a big fat, NO!!!!!!

The problem is, I've reached a dead end in the maze and I'm not sure of the next move. THIS IS MY PROBLEM. I rarely suffer from this affliction, so when it hits, it hits hard. Sucks. Truly. For many reasons. Many more than I care to share.

And not to compare, because it's nowhere near as intricate and massive (nor is it meant to be, thank you very much) but my friend told me, through my tears, that several companies passed on Harry Potter. Kicking themselves all in the arse now I'm sure. My book is much more simple aimed to spark the imaginations of the little 2-6 year olds. I already envision the border of my (yet to be conceived) baby's room painted with my character. And the next picture is walking into Target...pronounced Tarjhay....when we need to be fancy....and seeing the character on lamps, bedspreads, shower curtains and so on and so forth and shoobee doobee dooobee......

So....there you have it.

Down but not Out and working on getting back into the stars, because seriously. The book has been tested on its future consumers, any and all 2-6 year old children I come in contact with. And they all give it a thumbs up. One darling child (Offspring of two beautiful celebrities and I mean beautiful), even drew a picture of the character on the chalkboard for me after she read the book. And then we had a cartwheel competition that she quickly won. The bones of a 34 year old in comparison to the bones of a 6 year old. Oh, the CUTENESS...Last year my aunt took it to a pre-school....read it for the kiddies and they LOVED it. They even chose specific pages they loved. So these kiddies should NOT be denied. Dangburnit!!!! Nor should this kid or the illustrator who brought my words to beautiful life. As her sister (my mother) brought me to life...it's a lovely cycle....It's beyond my doing. It's heavenly ordained. SHWORD!!!!

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