Rejection take that! Pow!! %#% Wham!! #&#

Pat Davids, here.
Margaret’s comment yesterday about celebrating with ice cream brought back a funny memory. I wasn’t celebrating a sale or finishing a new book that evening. I went out to console myself after receiving a rejection letter. (My tenth, I think.) I stopped at the grocery store and bought two containers of my favorite ice cream intent on drowning my sorrows with the help of Chunky Monkey and Black Walnut. As I was checking out the lady scanning my goods looked at me and said, “Looks like a party happening at your place tonight.”
“A pity party,” I replied. “I just got a rejection on my novel.”
She waved a hand. “Oh, what do they know? Someday you’re going to famous and I sold you ice cream.”
She lifted my spirits much more than any calorie laden treat ever could. I went home and started another book that night. I might never be famous, but I’ve sold my share of books since then. But I’ll never forget her quick assumption that I would. Isn't it funny how someone we don't know can change the way we look at life?

I go for the comfort food when I'm feeling bad, but I have a friend who burned her rejection letters in the kitchen sink. What are some ways you have dealt with rejection in your life? It doesn't have to be about a book. Maybe it was a boyfriend who dumped you, or job you wanted but didn’t get. Did you break glasses, go for a run or call a friend? Inquiring minds would like to know. We all need ways to cope.

Cabin Fever

I am one of those people who like winter. Which is good since I live in the northwoods of Wisconsin, just an hour or so from the southern shore of Lake Superior.

But this year, I'm dealing with an unusual situation. I had surgery three days before Christmas. Everything is going well. But I am going out less. And doing less around the home.

Today the dust has gotten to me so I'm going to enlist my husband to vacuum. I will try to do a little dusting and putting away. I think that alone will make me feel better.

One of the main things I like about winter is watching snow fall. And it is snowing today. But it is a very fine snow against a "snow" sky that flat kind of white sky that often foretells snow.

So it's not good "snow" viewing. Bummer.

And yesterday I sent my husband to pick up some prescriptions and asked him to pick me up some ice cream.

I love ice cream. I usually don't keep it around the house for obvious reasons. GRIN

I asked him to get me something with fruit in it like strawberry or cherry or whatever they had that looked interesting.

So! What did he bring me?? Butter Pecan.

Now I looked at him and was speechless for a few minutes. If I thought he'd done this on purpose, I would have been mad. But we've been married over 30 years. I know that he just forgot what I said.

He's going out to work at the local food pantry now and I said that he could stop at the local Culver's on the way home and see if they had a good flavor of the day. (Culver's is a Wisconsin based fast-food franchise which has food that tastes almost home-cooked and it also has custard, not soft serve. It's delicious!)

So we'll see if he remembers my custard or not. GRIN

I think you can tell from the aimlessness of this post that I INDEED have cabin fever. I would enjoy going out to lunch with a friend. Do some after Christmas bargain shopping. But keeping inside to recover prohibits that kind of thing for a while.

Therefore, you get the fruit of my rambling. Do you know a good joke? A surprising little known fact? A good compliment would help me. Read any of my books and enjoyed them? Please help cheer up Lyn. Please.

Now, I'm going to go over to my blog http://www.strongwomenbravestories.blogspot.com
I'm going to ramble there about Christmases that my late mother made special.

But please give me something to smile about. And banish my cabin fever!