Well, it was supposed to be a vacation
And is was supposed to start at 3:00, like all the other editorial publishing personnel, but I had had a book deal blow up and I was waiting to talk to the publisher. And that did not go well, so I then talked to the author, and we went into the Thanksgiving holiday aggrieved.
So I spent a big portion of the holiday thinking how I might be able to make this book deal work, which was annoying, because instead of watching the parade, or enjoying the pumpkin cheesecake, I was reworking this now very complicated book deal in my head.
Friday I got my nails done, which I was supposed to do on Wednesday, and read two partials, which I liked, but knew needed work, so I had to decide whether or not I (a) knew how to fix them and b) if I liked them enough to commit to rereading and editing.
Saturday decided to get up early and hit the sales and I was surprised that everything I wanted was still in the stores, which just goes to show you that this is going to be a lean year for the economy. Saturday afternoon I took my son to Pizza Uno and Enchanted. I did not find it quite as charming as my colleague, Jenny Rappaport. While I loved the concept and the fact that it was a spoof of Disney fantasies by Disney, it just wasn't sarcastic enough for me. The only part of the story that I felt worked on that level was when the princess cleans up her bachelor-dad's apartment with the help of the urban creatures - pigeons, mice, rats, bugs.
Sunday I cleaned the house (without the help of the magical urban creatures).
Monday strapped myself back in and had the fun of learning that three books I thought were going to sell, didn't. So that meant I start from scratch on those again.
Wrote to the two authors whose partials I had read over the weekend and gave them the news that I thought they needed to rewrite their books. Both were actually pleased with my suggestions, so I now have two new clients. Yeah, I think.
Also got a request to mentor someone. Explored that and found she is interested in agenting erotica, so I have agreed to show her the ropes.
Tuesday was so intense that I made myself breakfast at 10:32 and didn't eat it until 11:45. I was on the phone for an hour straight.
Edited another proposal that came in right before the holiday, and did two readings of a contract that was already a week late (their fault, not mine).
Emailed all the editors who have stuff they promised to get back to me on.
Keep on wondering why I am so tired.