I had a bit of a setback with my book today — long story, don’t really want to go into details, but my agent told me that the proposal isn’t wowing editors, let’s put it that way.

My friend Yael and I were talking about how I vaccilate between wanting to give up and being a pit bull. She lovingly pointed out to me that those are two extreme positions. Well, true enough — I joked that I am feeling “extremely extreme” today. I’m kind of an extreme person when it comes down to it. I think I need to find a new Power Animal–one that is persistent but gentle. The Pit Bull has her place, but I’m not feelin’ it right now. I do feel defeated and just need to sit with that. As Yael said, no need to problem solve right now. I just got dealt a blow, let me sit on the ground for a minute before I rise.

I am offering my book to the Gods of Writing, the Gods of Plot and Story, the Gods of Publishing Your Memoir. I don’t know what to do with the damn thing right now, but I am ready to accept any inspiration that may come. Richard suggested last semester that I read E.M. Forster’s Aspects of the Novel. I need to get back to that…