Me since yesterday, after learning my novel is being considered for publication along with four other writers, with seemingly my biggest competition a book about a talking cabbage.
I sense I’m going to have to rewrite my epitaph 😂
That feeling when you learn your new novel is still in contention by visiting your wishlist publisher’s website and seeing a line taken straight from your query on their latest news page.
“From a former Navy pilot’s high flying memoir, to tales of a wandering Irishman imbued with a hint of Mark Twain; from the sublimely plausible story of a man and his talking cabbage, to a humorous look at navigating inevitable change, plus a mystery that confronts the issues of crime and homelessness and the importance of friendship—our inbox overflows. It’s likely one of these will round out our 2024 season.”
I’m the “humorous look at navigating inevitable change” though I probably didn’t have to tell you that again.
Oh my god. I’m old, I’m retired, and I can’t handle rejection. Why why why am I putting myself through this?
Because you just know I’m gonna lose out to that talking cabbage 😂😂😂
I have an unbelievable story, so insane I can only post it here because I am afraid people on Facebook will roll their eyes and think I am either lying or crazy or worse, not really care…I mean, it’s not something major, but it’s a nutty coincidence or ESP moment I had that’s blowing my mind.
Last night Eric and the Kevin Morby band came over for dinner before they head out on tour and Gary made his famous Daddy burgers, using impossible meat for Eric and grass fed beef for everyone else. Well, not me, I had pasta with cauliflower and feta before they got here because I am vegetarian and don’t eat processed food or not really meat products…give me fresh veg please.
Anyway, Eric apparently stealth took the above pic, and while I am not exactly glamorous in the shot, what the fuck, last night was FUN.
In other news, I have not heard anything about my blood work which is way strange. So either I’m fine or my test never made it to the lab. I always get email results from the lab simultaneously and I haven’t heard a word.
You know I am not calling, I feel fine and really don’t want any potential bad news. I guess you could say I’m a fatalist and you would be right.
Anyway, yeah, hopefully I really am fine. I’m sure I will hear from the lab today.
I started writing this with all kinds of stuff I wanted to say but I just saw this and now I am in shock and need to sign off.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
I know, I know. Where have I been?
Well, yesterday we marched in the neighborhood Halloween parade with Superman I mean Jasper and had a great time so there’s that…
But otherwise, the world is so horrifying and scary right now I can’t watch the news and I have basically had to stay offline to preserve my sanity.
I loathe organized religion but I am a Jew and I am a pacifist so I’m in a truly agonizing place right now.
There’s no good answer.
And like the world isn’t terrifying enough, that hideous, morbidly obese PIG in a wig, that ignorant racist rapist TRAITOR Donald Trump, refuses to shut the hell up.
WHY IS THAT STINKING CARCASS NOT IN JAIL?
Yikes, he smells like wet shit.
I wish a real patriot would step up and take care of him.
To make things worse, a week from today is the end of daylight savings. The night we turn back the clock is literally the day of the year I hate the most. I need sunlight, dammit!
So I have been writing. I have Leaving Candyland on submission right now and much to my shock, I got two immediate acceptances but honestly after researching both publishers further, I decided to take a pass and wait to hear from others.
I also got the best rejection I ever received, where it was clear I was googled.
Firstly, thank you so much for taking the time to send us Leaving Candyland – we really appreciate your interest.
We're very aware of the hard work and effort that has gone into your submission and think you have an interesting premise. However, after careful consideration, we don't feel that Leaving Candyland is quite right for us. We publish very commercial, genre fiction, and Leaving Candyland's blend of humour and women's fiction wouldn't be a good fit for us.
On a personal level, I really enjoyed reading your novel - you have a beautifully engaging writing style and piercing insight into the challenges of midlife. Also, as a diehard rock fan, daughter of a bassist and sister of a drummer, I absolutely loved all of your musical references (and am I allowed to say I am in awe of your offspring?!)
Unfortunately, due to the number of submissions we receive and the size of our team we are unable to give more detailed feedback on your manuscript at this stage. Whilst we're not able to accept re-submissions for manuscripts that we've already viewed, please do keep us in mind for any future manuscripts - I would happily read another of your novels!
Once again, our genuine thanks for your submission. We wish you the very best for your future success and really hope you find the perfect home for Leaving Candyland.
The Pitch Team”
While I wait to hear from other publishers, I decided to work on something new. Here’s the premise: A young widow suffering debilitating panic attacks must rescue her children from a charismatic right wing cult leader.
I have no idea where I got this idea, har har, it’s way out of my comfort zone, but I’m so doing it. I’m up to 30,000 words.
In better news, Eric will be in Philadelphia tomorrow to rehearse for touring with Kevin Morby starting November 1 in Boston, so that should be amazing.
Finally, if this seems like a scattered blogpost it’s because I’m out of my mind scared. I had bloodwork on Friday and should have the results tomorrow. I feel okay but this is my yearly study and the results are increasingly worse every year as I age what with the wonky heart, with always the possibility of additional new misery being disclosed. Gah! I already take medication twice a day, five different pills, one of which costs as much as a mortgage payment. I even live in fear of yet more pills and specialists.
Okay, okay, enough of that.
Gonna go watch the Eagles and work on the new book. Yeah, I can do that because who really gives a shit about anything while the world is burning?
So I have been spending the last few weeks working on my new book, Leaving Candyland, and have avoided, for the most part, both the news and social media. I made the decision to leave the site formerly known as Twitter and I vowed to never visit Donald’s Truth Social page again because frankly, reading that poison makes me feel…murderous. To put it mildly.
Luckily the two of us will never be in a room alone together. It wouldn’t be pretty. I may be small but I’m mighty.
Okay, I feel better.
But now, unfortunately, I have the answer to a question I’ve been asking myself since November 7, 2016. How can good people vote for Trump? I understand the bigots, but I’m talking normal people. How can they not be thoroughly repulsed and terrified by what he says and does on a daily basis?
Welp, now I have the answer.
It’s because they have no idea.
Unless you are always online on a Twitter type site and/or watching MSNBC 24/7, the average person doesn’t know about the Republican rapid and obvious march toward fascism. They have no idea that electing Donald means the end of our democracy.
They have no clue he sounds both dementia ridden and INSANE.
I know this for sure because for the last three weeks, I have been living my life as a pre-internet person and realized the other night I’ve stopped obsessing over him and his evil Republican cohorts. I put on local news every night for a few minutes and there’s no mention of government shutdowns or Jack Smith or anything Donald. Just sports talk and weather and news of inflation and more shootings and crime for which Biden and the democrats are getting blamed.
Because there’s never any follow up commentary about how the Republicans are running Congress and they will not do anything about guns or billionaires’ money and the purchase of power.
Honestly, I want to leave America but my kids don’t have the same urgency so I’m not going anywhere. I have no other choice but if I want to stay happy and healthy, I need to stay offline.
I don’t want to know what’s going on anymore. From politics to pop culture, I’m done. I’m old and I am tired of being horrified.
But my family, music, books, and great food? Bring it on!
So that’s what’s been happening lately at Casa Slick. Lots and lots of the above, including a wonderful unexpected visit from Eric on Rosh Hashanah. Gary made an incredible vegetarian matzo ball soup and then the two of them went to the Peter Gabriel show where they had a campers’ reunion backstage and not only got to chat and take a pic with Tony Levin but chatted with Mike Portnoy and Omar Hakim, also there to see the show.
Jasper and I stayed home and and watched MasterChef and the Halloween Baking Championship. Jasper had a frozen bacon cheese pup cup and I had a big bowl of vegan chocolate peanut butter ice cream.
It was glorious.
You know what? It’s possible to live in the real world after all.
And now, back to editing Candyland.
Well here’s something I never had on my life’s bingo card. Sean Lennon showed up at my daughter’s gig last night and my husband , dog and I got to hang out with him for an hour and chat about John and Yoko and other cool stuff and yeah, mind completely blown.
Let me add that Sean told my daughter her performance was EPIC