“When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide.
Then I stop and I turn and I go for a ride,
‘till I get to the bottom and I see you again.”
– John Lennon & Paul McCartney
The metaphor: The slide – queries to agents and publishers
The top – a new list of people to pitch
The bottom – being done
Going back to the top – making a fresh list and starting over
Whom I see again – Donovan, waiting impatiently
So now I have hit the bottom of the slide again and Donovan is stating at me, arms crossed, foot tapping, his face showing that he is just waiting to roll those two big sapphires on his face at me. I can hear him now:
“Well Diane, just how long are you going to make me wait to find out how the sequel ends and if I am going to get what I desire? Are you going to start writing like we all know you want, or are you going to put yourself through yet a third round of queries when you still haven’t finished hearing from the first batch?”
I look at the ground, the sky, the kids in the other part of the playground, the janitor still sweeping after my last batch of personally mandated revisions—none of them are coming to my defense.
“Bu-bu-but that’s what they tell you to do! Especially when you are dealing with taboo topics that freak people out.” Ugh! He’s right. I hate it when my characters know more than I do. I can’t let him get away with this.
Just as I am plotting a well-versed retort, Christopher appears out of nowhere.
“Really, Diane, it’s just bloody ridiculous! Then again, I don’t know if I want to know what little games you have in store for me after that last little tussle we had. I thought I was your favorite?”
From the steaming look in Donovan’s eyes I can tell the slide had better wait. There is no way I am coming back down it until these two get past the little row that is about to start. I’m out of here before Lily comes after me swinging a week-old baguette at my head.
Enough of the slide—for now. Meanwhile, I’m hoping back on the rollercoaster.