In book news, my agent is submitting my manuscript under the title, The Thank You Room. Don’t get attached, as editors sometimes change these things as well. But that’s the best news – some more editors will be looking at it soon.
She sent me a note today about some of the editors who will be considering it, and she referred to it by its initials. TTYR. This is my new mantra. I figure I’ll say it over now and then like a prayer, willing this book into publication existence. TTYR. While performing the sign of the cross. I know this is wrong. And I know it actually crosses the border of sacrilege. And I know that I should be praying for His will and not my own. But I just have one thing to say to that. T-T-Y-R.
Thankfully I’m off to Omaha this weekend for my younger sister’s baby shower. That will be the perfect distraction. After that, my agent says I should invest in a Wii.
Did I mention the list? She sent me an actual list of the editors who will be looking it over. Rejections have to be, like, what – ten times as tragic at this level? I’m sure I’ll be able to get back to you on that.
In the meantime, I’m going to revel in the journey, right? And also read the memoir by Lynne Spears, mother of Britney and Jamie Lynn. Awesome Thomas Nelson sent me a copy to review. The offer was open to anyone. I figured since three of my top labels are motherhood, Hollywood, and faith – it was kind of in my genre. If I like it I’ll put it next to the ones by Tammy Trent and Brooke Shields – a celebrity memoir I really loved – and I’ll tell you all about how refreshing and thoughtful it is. If I don’t like it, I’ll put it next to Sydney Poitier’s, which disappointed me.
So that’s my Friday post. Kind of a hodge podge. Sort of like Jake’s new bedtime routine. He suddenly graduated from getting out of bed and lying on the floor. Now he stays in the bed but he wants the door open and he calls me into the room at least three times for various things – the dog, the blanket – get the cat off my dresser – stuff like that. Then the last time he calls me in, he asks me to close the door. I do. And then I don’t hear from him again until morning. Since he finally eased out of that last routine, I think I’ll just enjoy this new one. It’s kind of fun really. And that’s my new thing – enjoying the ride.