No, it wasn't the spooning, or rubbing! Although I'm sure the sexual harassment lawsuits will start rolling in anytime.
It was the opening of my mouth, and the insertion of my foot...as usual.
Here's the long and short of it: (yes in bullet points...and I promise my novel isn't written in bullet points)
- B-Word goes to conference (LDStorymakers, best conference of all time btw)
- B-Word talks to Uber-Agent over dinner (and not just about how sexy Uber-Agent's legs are :).
- B-Word perceives Uber-Agent is annoyed/offended/angry (not even by the sexy-legs-comment)
- B-Word switches pitch sessions, gets full request by second mega-agent (serendipity, right?)
- B-Word is confronted by Uber-Agent for canceling (serendipity, wrong.)
- B-Word apologizes (profusely)
- Uber-Agent perceives cancellation of pitch as an act of nervousness or fear
- Uber-Agent writes post on blog about "The Sad Tale of Jessie"
- All Hell breaks loose in the comments (my personal favorite was "Stupid, stupid, Jessie!")
- Uber-Agent, B-Word, various friends, cohorts, and other interested parties started emailing, facebook messaging, tweeting, texting, and sending letters by owl...
- Uber-Agent apologizes (twice :)
- B-Word accepts apology and appreciates the latest email from Uber-Agent which simply says: "Jessie the Bestseller-to-Be?"
So, like so many of my novel stories, this is a happy ending folks. But let's be honest, I could have saved myself a little humiliation, heartache, shock, and dismay by having a thicker skin, by being a little braver. In fact, that will be my new b-word: Jessie the Brave!
Thanks to everyone who had my back. I won't forget it. And I owe you a good spooning!
Now I just have to polish the H out of my manuscript! Because in the end, it's the writing that matters.