“If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two Impostors just the same; Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it.”
I was faced with a type of disaster (well, in my world it is; I can only be thankful it is not of the Japanese-flooding-and-nuclear-meltdown ilk) when I checked the post yesterday only to find my SASE from the one, the only, Judith Murdoch Literary Agency. Seeing how pathetically thin it was could only mean one thing. It was a dreaded rejection letter. It had been only a couple of weeks since sending her my synopsis and first two chapters, no life story, as per her submission requirements. So at least I didn't spend a lot of my time drumming my fingers annoyingly on the table
My novel, according to her (or perhaps her readers?) was not something that would make her enthusiastic enough to justify her commitment to representing it. Also, a curious (but personalized!) P.S.: The synopsis did not seem to fit the text I sent.
To which my face pretty much fell on the floor.
And then, after dusting myself off and collecting what shreds of dignity I had left, I got a strange, flashing image in my head of Jim Carrey as Lloyd Christmas in Dumb & Dumber. His part-psychopathic grin, his dim gaze.
Lloyd Christmas: "Hit me with it. Just give it to me straight. I came a long way just to see you, Mary, just, the least you could do is just level with me. What are my chances."
Mary Swanson: "Not good."
Lloyd Christmas: "...You mean not good like one out of a hundred?"
Mary Swanson: "I'd say more like one out of a million."
Lloyd Christmas: "...So you're telling me there's a chance. YEAH!"