So I've had an up and down week so far, and it's only Tuesday!
Last week ended on a high note since I MADE IT INTO #XMASINJULY !!!!!!!!
So that was an excellent way to start the weekend.
Then, on Sunday, i'm popping around the interweb when it hits me. Yesterday was MY day on Dear Authors First Page Saturday!!!
Sometimes the entries get a few hits, sometimes they don't.
I log on and there are 48 comments. Four. Eight.
I instantly get nauseous. My palms are sweaty. I'm dizzy.
I start to read them, so far so good. It seems most of the issues are whether Melia would call her doctor Rick, or if she'd eat candy in his office etc. A few quibbles about grammar. Nothing I can't handle.
Then there is a doozy. The words "extraordinarily vile" are used. I couldn't help myself. I laughed. I was shocked.
I know not everyone has to like it, I don't expect everyone too. I think the word vile just caught me off guard.
So I apologized, because I don't ever want anyone to think I'm making light of teen suicide...I've lost more than my fair share of friends that way.
A few more people say they like it because it's not paranormal, a few people don't like it because she's not a mermaid, it's all good.
Still, I wallow in self pity. How pathetic am I? It was one...freaking...page...
My husband took me out for eggs Benedict and tea...which made me feel better....we grocery shopped etc. then I came home to check it out again.
A few more comments about how they're confused whether they like it or not, I'm still a little wounded....so in order to clear up some confusion I post my query letter.
Then I turned ignored my e-mail and cleaned a bit, walked the dogs etc.
Monday rolls around and I'm just drinking some tea, checking my e-mail when BAM. E-mail from DA's Jane.
"Jenna, Did you notice the comment from Nephele Tempest?"
I did a victory lap of my living room. I jumped up and down. I twitter stalked.
Then I found her. My literary guardian angel.
Be still my beating heart.
(Susanna linked to my First Page post)
I've since thanked her, and will continue thanking her...well...forever.
Even if nothing comes of it, and even if I never find an agent, this woman has changed my life by doing something extraordinarily kind for a complete stranger.
I'm now off to figure out how to mail Susanna a box full of puppies, or kittens if she prefers, along with crates of wine, boxes of chocolates, and the freshest of roses.