I've heard from my editor regarding the new book proposal.
And I'm taking it very well.
(Happy Halloween anyway) (I guess) (sigh)
I think I need whatever that magic mood-enhancer is that's in a Mickey-D's Happy Meal. I got to witness the effects of said magic just few days ago. The THUNDERS (the grandboys' soccer team, for those of you who don't already know) (bless their little "Charlie Brown Team" hearts) lost their final game, and as you might expect, their faces were long and their spirits were low. Immediately after the game, the team was directed to a nearby picnic shelter for "refreshments." The THUNDERS were tired, sad, dragging, wanting to go home. And the weather pretty much fit the overall blue funk.
Enter from out of nowhere, the Official Soccer Mom bearing a big cardboard box full of McDonald's Happy Meals. The effect was immediate and amazing. Believe me, they don't call those things "Happy Meals" for nothing. It was if someone had thrown a "Cheer Up Now" switch, because cheer up they did. And best of all, it was contagious. A good time was had by all -- despite the loss -- all thanks to Mickey-D's.
I wonder if they work on disgruntled writers?