Today I got a really cool book in the mail.
It’s called We Feel Fine: An Almanac of Human Emotion and it’s full of pictures and excerpts from blogs around the globe. Very coffee table chic, full color glossy pages.
But I didn’t order it. (Books have been one of the casualties of my waxing mostly waning income).
And my name—nor the name of anyone I personally know—is anywhere in it.
I’m not reviewing the collection for another publication either.
Publishers decided to send me this book as a consolation prize.
See, when they first contacted me it was to borrow from my blog a picture of me looking/being emotional. You know, to go with their whole human emotions schtick.
Our next communication was when I signed permissions, gave first serial rights. You know, the whole bit.
Then I heard from them again: sorry, kid, not this time. They had selected too many images and had to cut some. Among the severed: my stuff.
But they promised to send me a copy of the finished product anyway. For being such a good sport, you know, and not shouting FUGGERS AND BLACK BEANS! really loud when I discovered that I had a new rejection to add to my Monthly Meter. And I was invited to the launch reception and the invite only after party in New York City.
I found the perfect Anna Sui dress yesterday to go with, oh shucks, the party was last week.
Woo-hoo: the writerly life…FUGGERS AND BLACK BEANS!
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At least this rejection included a party invite. I know it didn’t include a plane ticket though.
A plane ticket–puh-leaze…I woulda sooo been there!