A friend recommended this book because the author talked about the process of getting her first book published. He thought I could find some common ground and might think it interesting. So, I reserved the memoir from the library and promptly forgot about it.
No joke — I may have put that thing on hold nearly a year ago. When I received a notice a few weeks back that it was in, I almost left it unclaimed because my own attempts at a publisher hadn’t gone anywhere so why did I want to rub salt in the wound?
Well, because I like salt.
I am definitely a glutton for punishment. So even though reading it was like picking at a pimple (you know you shouldn’t and it hurts but yet you can’t stop yourself), I read, well, skimmed as I looked for the publishing bits.
Her idea was a handwritten cookbook with watercolor illustrations. Now that is an expensive book to publish and seems like it would have pretty limited appeal. These days, that would not fly. But guess what? It worked in the 1980s. She got published — and went on to publish a ton of books in the same, folksy manner.
I was so jealous and felt mean at some of the things I thought as I thumbed through, which included some pretty harsh judgments about the outfits she carefully described wearing to her meetings with publishers, which included socks with mary janes. Then I realized, I was being a bitch and the ’80s were not the best of times when it came to fashion. And, I shouldn’t be annoyed and angry because this woman had the same dream I did, it’s just that I have to work a lot harder if I want to see my book in print.
So, I ended up flipping back to the beginning and reading the whole thing in a weekend, and Branch charmed me with her bravery.
Good on her.
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I’m thinking I may need to add this crazy cat* lady dress to my Real Estate Clothing Collection.
Backstory: For funsies, we occasionally prowl open houses on the weekend because it’s free and sometimes there are snacks, plus it often makes me feel better about the state of our fixer upper (sometimes not). I prefer to wear something weird to keep the real estate agents guessing about our sanity and because I like to see if anyone will say anything about whatever odd thing I have on.
Other gems from my special open-house wardrobe include these ….
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I feel like I have blogged this before, but Hello Kitty has her own wine! Squee!
And her cab is described as cute?! That is usually how I pick out my wine — by how adorbs the labels** are. May have to try. Although damn, Hello Kitty, do you have to put a kid through college? Why is your hooch so pricey?
*Despite my continuing affection for Hello Kitty, I am not at all a crazy cat lady. Although, I’m thinking of turning my pet allegiance because I am so tired of my damn dogs waking me up all night long.
** Also, how cheap it is. I think wine should cost under $7 a bottle.