I wrote 365 daily "tidbits", one for each day of the year. Some are a mere sentence in length, while others are a paragraph. Most are adult humor, some are inspirational messages with a redneck twist, and there's even a sprinkling of helpful household hints. When I pitched the idea to my fabulous pink ladies book club, they thought it was awesome, as did the short list of other friends who I let in on my little secret. Now I didn't just fall off the turnip truck yesterday, so I realize my friends love me and are being supportive no matter how much my idea sucks. Seriously, what the hell do I know about writing a book?
So, I set about doin' some research 'cause I thought that's what any reasonably prudent person would do. And lemme tell ya, nobody likes rejection no matter what form it takes. I had some folks tell me I need to take serious writing classes before I can even start writing a book. A New York Times Best Selling Author crushed my soul by sayin' my blog just wasn't funny. Some big wig consultant insinuated that my platform was not near big enough yet to market a book, and even a couple of self publishers didn't think my book idea quite fit the normal mold they were used to so they just blew me off. I will admit I was about ready to throw in the towel. But, somethin' inside me just kept sayin', "ya gotta do this girl, 'cause it's SO you, and it's gonna put a smile on people's faces who are in need of a pick me up". I knew it wasn't for everybody, but for the discriminating readers who like to keep it real, they are gonna get a kick outta some of this crazy shit that comes to my mind.
Well, you know me folks. I ain't shy and I just keep on pluggin' along. And I'll be damned if someone not only believes in my manuscript, but actually said, "I relate to your sense of humor, I find you completely unique, your style and manuscript is new and different for the market, and I want to publish your book". WHOOP WHOOP! Then he said, "this is the tidbit that really got me because I actually thought this myself about this same song":
Ok, you know you have done this. You sing the words loud and proud to a song only to have someone tell you they are not really the words. For over a decade I had been singing “Don’t Fear the Reefer” and told Uncle Jeffy that song was the biggest pot head song EVAH. After he finished laughing his ass off, he told me not only did the song have absolutely nothing to do with marijuana but the lyrics were actually, “Don’t Fear the Reaper”. Oh yea, that’s what I meant all along!
So folks if all goes according to plan, Deb's Daily Drivel will be available at a bookstore near you in late fall as a coffee table book. Of course it will be in ebook form as well. Hopefully just in time for Christmas. So, the moral of my story today is Don't Stop Believin'. When ya get shot down, the person who pulled the trigger might not be the right person for you. Keep believin' in yourself, and who knows, you might even be able to call the shots!