Embarrassment bites the big one. I’m actually embarrassed to even TELL this marginally absurd story of massive overreaction (by more than just one participant). But alas…here goes….
This particular Banana Peel Moment took place just as I started to pursue a career in children’s books. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and I was stalking, er…checking out websites of publishing companies that seemed to have an affinity for rhyme. I quickly discovered an editor I will now refer to as “Dragon of Death”. Just Kidding. I’ll call him, “Richard”.
And then I wait. And I wait for what feels like a completely impossible amount of time. Like my whole world has been sucked inside some sort of sci fi black hole of frozen silence hell and all I can hear in my head is TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK. I mean, we had been emailing back and forth for like 30 minutes. Why would he suddenly go completely silent the moment I sent my story?? Something was wrong. He must not have gotten it. He’s just sitting there waiting for it, right? And I’m sitting there waiting for him while he’s waiting for me and…oh lord, this can’t be good. I need to send it again.