Friday, January 22, 2016
The second day after the rejection you say to yourself - Well, I have other people considering it. It's not as if he was the only one. And it's not as if he didn't like it - just that it wasn't what he was looking for. Tant pis pour lui.
Then you practise you sax, drive to your lesson, and there your fab fab teacher has got you some new music which she knows you'll love: Kiss the Rain. You do. You admire her new sax, tell her about the rejection (she adores your book and wants to see it on screen and agrees the theme tune should be It Had To Be You, and thinks it should be you playing it on the sax.)
Then in the afternoon you meet your friend Liz and she takes you up and around her favourite hill for a wonderful walk.
You come home exhausted, and at night you have a two hour fight with the bedclothes and eventually get up and eat % fat yoghurt while watching an episode of As Time Goes By. Then you go back to bed and sleep soundly and wake up as if drugged, but very thankful for programmes that are so gentle, warm and funny. And then you remember that yesterday a friend emailed and said her husband, who is not well, was re-reading your books in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep. And you smile to yourself and think - Yes. Sex and violence are all very well, and while at least the former may always be welcome, sometimes the soul craves other things.
With thanks to Liz for the photographs of her Fairy Hill.
Posted by Sue Hepworth at 8:49 am