If you haven't seen The Fighter, I highly recommend it. I even recommend the theme song. You see, I've adopted "How You Like Me Now" as my own theme. Not only is it a booty-shakin groove but it represents my frame of mind today. I'm at my best when I'm fighting.
At a Super Bowl party, I was asked about my one of a kind opal bracelet. You see, I bought the bracelet from a settlement. I slipped and fell at a top tier NYC hotel due to a hazard and had a piece of glass lodged in my wrist. Six people fell before me, and two more while the paramedics tended to my injury. Blood was everywhere and when all was said and done, I had a gnarly suicide looking scar on my wrist.
When I contacted attorneys, they all told me the same thing, "This case isn't worth it." I could've said forget it, but I didn't. I wrote a litigious letter to the hotel's owner and in the end, got quite a bit of money for what the attorneys said was "just a scar." My one of a kind bracelet is my "f*ck you" to them, the hotel and anyone else who told me to drop it.
My new "f*ck you" will be my e-published book. I went the route of trying to find an agent. I even had one shop my proposal to publishers. I sent my query to 15 agents last week in a last ditch attempt to go the traditional route. So far, four rejections. The overall comment is "Great idea, but I don't know how to place your book." Either I'm being dinged for originality or they think it's bad. I don't really care. Like those ambulance chasing attorneys, they're wrong.
I'm editing the first draft and figuring out e-publishing. I'm also faithfully searching and applying for jobs. I didn't get the job that I'd hoped for, but I knew that it wasn't the right fit. Believe me, I would've made it fit had I been given the choice. So sadly, I've been remiss in blogging. I haven't been doing anything "fun." I've been fighting too hard. But I believe. Like they say on Friday Night Lights, "Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose."
Soon enough, I'll be singing "How You Like Me Now?" Just give me a week.