So when I sat down to write this topic I had to make a big decision. Which day to show you? Lol. But I am guessing your readers would like a peek at a ‘normal’ day in a writer’s life. So let’s look at the day I received word back from a publisher about a book I had submitted to them.
During the day I work in pharmaceutical sales. I am an outside sales rep so I drive around to visit my customers. I sell veterinary products (vaccines, dewormer, antibiotics, flea and tick stuff) and the division I am in focuses on animal shelters and humane societies. So, as you can guess, I cover a lot of ground. My territory is Southern California (from Santa Maria down to the border) and Las Vegas. From where I live in Orange County I don’t have to do a heck of a lot of overnight trips and I try not to, since I have two dogs. That day, after the usual round of customer visits, I came home, had dinner with my dogs and we did our usual mile walk.
On this particular day I was a little stressed. Because I had so much to do, my intention of a yoga session went out the window. My wonderful editor at Evernight had sent me back the first round of edits for Rock Star Ex and I had to get that back to her within a week. I was also trying to get my pages done for my critique group. We meet every few weeks and the deadline to turn them in was that night. Like everyone else, as soon as I turn my laptop on, what do I do? Get straight to work? Nope. That’s right. I check my Facebook account, Twitter account and then go to my personal email.
And there is was an email from the other publisher. I had pitched this story at the California Dreamin’ Conference back in March. The editor I met with had requested the first three chapters and the last, along with a synopsis. Two months later I emailed her to follow up and was told that they had enjoyed the chapters and wanted to see the full manuscript. So I, of course, sent it right away.
A few more months passed and I started to get nervous. Maybe they didn’t like it? So I procrastinated on following up, like any self-respecting writer would do. J That story was the first novel I ever completed and it was a full-length. But it was more than that. It was my baby, the sign that I could do this! And there it was in my in box, the email with word on their decision. My heart started pounding in my chest. Should I open it now or later? I had work to do and a rejection email would only serve to squash my desire to write that evening. What else could it be but a rejection? They sent an email, that’s what it had to be. I closed my browser.
Then I chided myself for being such a baby and opened it back up again. Better to rip the band aid off. I could take rejection. I am a seasoned sales person and very used to hearing no, I told myself.
But it was an acceptance! I was so over-the-moon happy to see it that I did a happy dance. I think I even shed a few tears of gratitude. How unbelievably wonderful! That was the day I learned that everything in this industry is done via email so, no need to wait by the phone. It was one of the best days of my life and I will never forget it.
Social media consultant, Eve Everett, is less than thrilled when her business partner hooks them up with a job covering celebrity rock band Arsenal. Their new lead singer, Devon Quinn, is the man who broke her heart five years ago. But there’s no way Eve can turn down the assignment. It’s the big break their fledgling company needs.
To boost Arsenal’s social media presence the band’s manager wants intimate coverage, especially of Devon, which means traveling with the band in their tour bus while they promote their new album. It’s not long before Devon tries to rehash the past but Eve would rather leave it buried where it is.
When Eve is asked to be part of a music video, she decides it’s a great opportunity to reap some revenge by showing Devon what he’s missing. But soon she’s the one losing control. Will Devon once again claim her heart as well as her body?
“It’s good to see you again, Eve,” he said softly so the others wouldn’t pick up on it. He knew she wouldn’t want to hear it. It couldn’t be helped, but it just had to be said.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide.
“That’s what I wanted to say the other night, but you didn’t give me a chance.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t give you a chance? Then I’d say we’re even.”
“Look, Eve, things didn’t happen the way you’re thinking. It wasn’t like that.” He set the bottom of Tommy’s guitar on the floor, his hand on the neck, and leaned closer in to talk to her.
“The way I’m thinking?” she repeated. Standing up straight, she stuck one foot out to the side and said in a low hiss, “Look, Devon, the facts are the facts. You left and I never heard from you again. Not once. It has nothing to do with the way I’m thinking.”
He tensed. It was happening again. She was misunderstanding him. “No, look, that’s not what I mean, okay?”
“Oh, then what do you mean?” She cocked her head at him and waited.
“It’s…it was hard on the road, to keep in touch with anyone, for a lot of reasons. You don’t know what it was like. I mean we were bouncing around from place to place, driving for long periods of time and then having to work until really late at night. It was pretty much impossible to communicate. Besides, you had no answering machine back then, remember?”
She visibly puffed up. “I see, so it’s my fault you couldn’t communicate with me?”
“I’m not saying it was anyone’s fault, Eve. Just that there was no way to call.” He felt relieved. He had finally been able to tell her, to explain. Maybe now she would understand. Well, when she calmed down at least.
“And you couldn’t write a letter?” She spoke quietly but the words dripped acid.
She had him there. Even though she was several inches shorter he suddenly felt very small. He looked down and stuck a hand in his pocket, not knowing what to say. That was an even more complicated topic.
Her cold eyes were on him. The silence stretched on for another moment. Before he could gather any other words to try to explain she turned and headed back up front, her ponytail slapping him in the face as she went.
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From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels. She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.
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