Campfire Mint Rejection

Imagine my excitement over pulling into the grocery store parking lot, and seeing girls in blue vests selling one of my favorite treats–Campfire Mints! My pre-mint euphoria scattered away my ‘poor me’ fog, which came after helping my own daughter pre-sell 91 boxes of Girl Scout cookies–none of which I can eat, because I can’t have wheat/gluten. Beloved Thin Mints and Samoas, I’ll miss you:(

Anyway, I sold Campfire Mints when I proudly wore my Bluebirds vest all those years ago. Man, I hated it. I hated selling stuff, because I couldn’t stand it when people said ‘no’. Those heartless people (my mom called them that) were just doing me a favor–paving the way for me, for the years of rejection to come. I didn’t know it then, but they gave me my first layer of thick skin.

I don’t really know why I am posting this, but I guess if you find yourself asked to buy cookies or mints or popcorn, it’s okay to say ‘no’. But I hope you won’t, as the Campfire kids, Girl Scouts, and Boy Scouts need your support, and there are plenty of folks out there willing to paint on that first layer of tough skin, even if you don’t.

I for one, bought 4 boxes of mints because:

A. I am chocolate pig.
B. I can say no to nobody.
C. It’s chocolate, hello.
D. Oh-chocolate, as you know, really helps with rejection


Numb Butts, Chocolate and Rejection

As far as New Year’s Resolutions go, I haven’t started yet. I haven’t posted on LJ, or exercised, and I’m sure I didn’t put ‘eat more chocolate’ on my list, but that’s exactly what I’ve done.

However, I am going blind each day, and my butt is numb from my nights, hunched over this here machine. I cherish the time after work, when the house is empty, and the nights, after the kids get to bed and hubby falls asleep in front of the TV.

I’ve found new ways to fix my story, before I send out more queries. I’m now into the 70,000 range for word count! This is very exciting–my first draft was over 110,000 words.

My daughter just experienced her first creative rejection–she auditioned for a musical at a community theatre, but didn’t get a part. She sang part of a song from Mamma Mia the Musical, read from a script, and had to play/banter with the director. All in front of about 30 people, and judges sitting at a table “American Idol” style. I was so in awe of her. She performed really well. I could never, ever, in a zillion years do anything like that, and I felt so proud of her, it made me cry 😦

Feeling that rejection with her stung more than any of the agent rejections I’ve recieved.

She got over it quick. Tears for five minutes, and the off to play the Wii.

She’s 9. 🙂