After the week was over, I tried to call her a couple more times. Haven’t heard back. I have been defending her as being busy and sometimes I still do, but I don’t think at this rate I’m going to hear from her again, or when I do it will be too late. I called her one more time yesterday saying “I’m not going to bug her” with phone calls anymore if that was the case. I still wonder what I did wrong, like I pushed her away and all that. I wrote, I sent flowers, I tried to be supportive and understanding. What the hell did I do to not hear from her? It really sucks.
I mailed her Christmas present to her as well. I got her a copy of the 2007 Poetry Market. It’s a list of which publications accept poetry submissions, how much they pay, submission requirements, etc. I got it earlier in the year and wanted to give it to her over the holidays, which is one reason why not hearing back from her really hurt. She’s really a great poet and she needs to get her writing out there. Hopefully she’ll use the book for the better. I know there is a hope that I’ll hear back from her even to say thanks and we can talk then, but I don’t think that will happen. I’ve been hoping against hope for a while, and while I would still like that to happen, I’m not sure it will. Still she deserves to have the book. I’d like to see her writing out there.
Meanwhile I’m trying to get back into revising my most recent script and get that treatment to Morgan Freeman. I have a little help and a lead, but need to hammer some things out. Wish me luck.
January 13, 2007 at 4:43 pm
I wanted to share this with you, seeing the malaise you’re in right about now. It’s the Foreword for Novelist, and I hope this gives you a different perspective:
“As strange as it may sound, I like to think God is writing the Great Cosmic Novel. We’re the characters, of course. I also like to think that whether we’re main characters, supporting characters or just part of the setting is entirely up to us. We can be the heroes and villains. We all like to think we are the heroes in our life stories, but how true is that really? Maybe we’re the comedic sidekicks to a real hero in the making? Maybe we’re just the hapless victims awaiting the villain’s wrath or the hero’s victory? Maybe after all is said and done, when we are about to breathe our last breath, we find out the truth: That every good character adds something to the novel. Why would the Divine Author create a character that was otherwise?”