Well our editor at SMP has passed on our next book. "There isn't a market for that type of thing." Although in yesterday's NYT's there was a big piece on the op-ed pages about the very thing we are talking about. But they want to do another book with us. But they don't know exactly what they are looking for. But they haven't officially passed on the book. That is a lot of flippin' butt's. So we will talk with our editor next week and I'm not sure what we will get out of the conversation. Are they looking for a different non-fiction book? Are they looking for a fiction book? Not sure. We will take the proposal we have to the street next week after that conversation and see what becomes of it.
All I know is that I'm going to law school and for the first time in a year and a half I have focus and direction. For all my talk of embracing the ambiguity of the situation I didn't and I do feel better now that I have some direction. Honestly, it isn't the direction that I would have liked, but it is still direction.
The movie deal is still out there. Not really fretting about that. In fact right now I'm not really fretting about anything. I'm just focussing on getting everything established for school. Then we'll take it from there.
Life is funny how it takes you by surprise, even when you feel you have prepared for things in the most complete manner possible. It is just too complex.
Families are funny. Mine especially. So proud of me in some arena's, and so not proud of me in others. But always accepting and loving. Strange conglomeration of people and group relationships and interactions and personal relationships and intereactions. All different backgrounds, but the same backgrounds. What holds them together? What molds them into a "unit"? Why do they act (collectively) the way that they do? All this is the basis for a novel that is slowly forming in my head. Along with some light that has been shed onto the first novel....the fidelity one.
Maybe this will all work out well. I mean if they real point is to write the literate novels then if I take a different route than the one that I had originally projected for myself then that is OK. As long as I can maintain that as a lighthouse then it doesn't really matter if I take the southerly approach or the easterly approach. As long as I can reach the lighthouse and share with the world what it is I "really want to share" then that is that. I mean, were I to refine my craft and voice over the course of some non-fiction and fiction crap pieces then that is fine. I would be able to live OK while really heading towards my true and singular voice, and that would have been fine. If I take a different tack there then that is fine.
So I'm dissappointed but don't really see it as a failure on any level. Dealing with rejection is a good thing. It just would have been nice to be able to live the dream a little bit longer. But then nothing worth achieving is achieved easily, or so I read on a loudly colored, saturated photoshop stock photo surrounded by a bold, piercing black boarder with squared lettering, hung in a mirrored $25 target frame hanging in the waiting room of a orthodontist's office surrounded by those little wood rollercoaster things where the little things slide down and then you have to push them around and up only so they can slide down another little deal as well as outdated issues of some bible stories quarterly and a few ancient time magazines.
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