WHY I CALL MYSELF ‘THE REJECTED WOMAN.’
I can see you rolling your eyes heavenward, thinking “Dear God, another sodden
woman twisting her damp hanky and lamenting being dumped by yet another man.
Why is it that your thoughts fly instantly to sex.? To this very day, the male female
relationship is an opera. Some poor woman in yards of bouffant taffeta is prone and shrieking high notes at the feet of her lover, or his casket, or pleading with his captors busily preparing his noose. We are so awash in sex that we think the only way a woman is rejected is by a man. There are so many interesting ways to be rejected:: By your chosen college, sorority, a job you desperately wanted, a promotion, a platinum credit card, a sleek car, the perfect condo with a loft, your own father or mother, a cat that takes two bites and stalks off. Flowers that bloom on your bush but only on the neighbor’s side of the fence, Jimmy Cho shoes, the perfect hair cut, a professional wax job (rejected as to costly for you) granite counter tops, marble floors, a trash compactor that works, (rejected again for lack of money) and on and on….And still you think a rejected woman is a woman that a man doesn’t want.
I call myself The Rejected Woman because I have tucked away under my bed manuscripts for five contemporary novels (that now levitate my bed,) which agents and publishers have rejected. I don’t believe they read our stuff anymore, guys. I put a hair of mine between a couple of pages and when the work was returned the hair was still intact. But the manuscript showed signs of wear. Rings of coffee cup stains were more or less standard, meaning my sample pages were kept on a desk to hold a cup of coffee and smashed crumbs from bagels, and some post it notes that read such homilies as “Break up with the asshole TODAY’
I know I would be more successful if I’d fire my work around New York,10022, to lots more scornful girl "readers" from Smith. But instead of slavishly sending out 30 or 50 copies I usually send about 5. My work in advertising has taught me that a small sample is just as reliable as a large one. Yes, I have had a couple of things published, for instance , a Hollywood novel titled, “Attack of the Movie Stars” (Amazon, 2001, still selling at list price and and well above) And some non-fiction 30 years ago, titled “How to Get A Man After You’re Forty”, still plugging away lo, these many years on Bookfinder.and Amazon.
That’s why I call myself “The Rejected Woman” Not because some testosterone case
has rejected my ink-stained favors.
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