Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day is one of our family's favorite books. Why? Because it's darling, humorous, and just plain fun. But when a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day strikes me personally--well, it's not so fun. Or humorous. Or darling.
My day started off bad, so when I got an email from an agent who'd requested a full of my manuscript, I already knew it would be a rejection. Which it was. A very nicely worded rejection, but a rejection just the same. Which, based on past experience, means there are probably more bad things lying in wait for me today. Oh goody.
Why are bad days like that? They start off horrible, then seem to continually compound on a person, leaving them totally flattened by the end of the day? And okay, humbled. Which is probably the point. But still.
The day I have a bad day turn around on me is the day I write a children's picture book of my own. Wouldn't that be something. I'd call it: Lucinda and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day Turned Good. Awesome Even. Maybe I should write it anyway. For no other reason than to devour on a day like today. A book like that might give me hope. Even make me smile.
And I would read it while sitting on a lovely beach in Australia.