The other night, I wore my polka-dot dress to the TheraPet Annual Pet Party. I looked super-cute.
Last year, I was afraid of the doggie games, so we had to leave early, on account of the shivering. This year, I played ALL the games …..and lost them ALL.
Mom said, “You win some, you lose some.” and “It’s how you play the game.” and “Come back here with that stuffed crab! That’s not fetching!”
I did earn a certificate for one year of Therapy Service, but the games took me down. In some of them, I came in dead last! Fetching – UGH! Mom says we’ll practice some more. Double-UGH!
Mom loses sometimes, too.
Rejection letters. Dead last. Book #2 is turning into Mom’s fetching. She tries and tries, but gets it wrong, anyway. I know the feeling.
She still keeps on writing stories, though. She says, “It’s what writers do.” and “This could be The One.” and “Come back here with that stuffed fish! THAT’S NOT FETCHING!”
Rejection happens, but it’s how you play the game. In between working on her new stories for 12x12in’12, Mom is revising and submitting and revising and working with DavidLaurieAndOtherDavid. Then she revises and revises some more. That’s how she plays the game.
Today she kind of, sort of won one – maybe. An online magazine asked her to revise and shorten her story named Too Many Pets. They may want to buy it. It’s not Book #2, but it’s something. It’s definitely better than fetching!