It kind of made me want to throw up a little bit. And, until I get a reply (read: rejection), every time I see that little envelope at the bottom of my work computer, it's going to feel like someone's punched me in the gut.
After I get that email, which I'm going to assume will be a rejection because, really, what are the odds of me sending out only one query letter and getting a positive response back? Not to mention that I sent the letter to my dream publishing company. Yeah, once I get that rejection back, then I'm going to mass email/mail query letters to every publishing company in the United States. And maybe Canada.
I think they would like me in Canada. I mean, I like maple syrup and I know some of their national anthem, thanks largely in part to that episode of That 70's Show where the boys are trying to bring a Vista Cruiser's worth of beer into the US and get stopped by the Mounties.
Now no one can say that me watching hours of mind-numbing TV has never taught me anything or not done me any favors. It may very well indeed get me a book deal in Canada.
Fez: just wish that there was someplace in the world where prejudice didn't exist. Kelso: Well, that's Canada... Yup, good ol' Canada. They don't make generalizations about people because they're too busy playin' hockey or gettin' drunk or puttin' maple syrup on their ham.
- That 70's Show
Remind me that, if I get a book deal with a Canadian publisher, it would be a good idea to delete this blog entry.
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