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Filed under: Delicious, writing

Liz reminded me yesterday that, according to this blog, ten years ago this month I started to write a book that I titled Delicious, and that exactly nine years ago yesterday, on 21 March 2003, that book was rejected for the second time. (It had already been rejected once in August 2002.)

I don’t know how Liz remembers these things—she claims it’s because she’s secretly installed video cameras in my house*—but her comment sent me to my Rejections File to have a look.

My Rejections File is quite large. It’s yellow. It lives at the bottom of my desk, next to (ironically enough) my Publishing Contracts file. At this point in my life, my Publishing Contracts file is bigger than my Rejections file (largely, it must be said, because rejections consist of one page, and contracts consist of about twenty). But it wasn’t always that way. For a very long time, my Rejections file was by far the biggest file in the pile.

I’ve been rejected by publishers, by agents, by magazines, by contests I didn’t win. The weight of these rejections came from the time before I was published and agented, but I’ve had rejections since then, too. My last two rejection letters were for a short story and for a novella. They were both form rejections. They stung. I wish I could say they didn’t, but they did.

Rejections do sting…at the time when you get them. That’s why when you get a rejection, you have to rant and rave (not to the rejector or in public, but quietly, in private) and drink wine and eat chocolate until you are drunk and sticky. But they do something else too.

Today, I looked at my 2003 rejection for Delicious and it didn’t sting at all. It wasn’t a form rejection; it was a two-page letter detailing where I’d gone wrong and possibly the best rejection letter I’ve ever had in my life. And everything that was in that letter was exactly correct. That book didn’t deserve to get published. It wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready.

Two years later, I rewrote that novel from scratch, using the advice I’d been given in that rejection, and I sold it.

My most recent form rejection, for the novella, got me thinking too.  I tried to think about why it had been rejected, even though the rejection gave no specific reasons. I gave the novella a thorough edit, to address the issue I thought it probably had, and sent it out somewhere else, where it sold.

Lesson number one: you can learn from rejections.

Some of the rejections in my Rejection File came from editors whom, later on my career, I ended up working with. Some of them came from agents whom I now know on a social basis, or whom I’ve run into in a social setting. A couple of times I’ve said, quite cheerfully and without rancour, ‘Ah yes, you probably don’t remember, but you rejected me ages ago.’ The reaction has either been polite forgetfulness or embarrassment, accompanied by a complete shift in topic. I’ve usually felt rather foolish.

Lesson number two: specific rejections are best forgotten, at least in public, even if you don’t care about them any more.

I’m proud of my Rejections File. Each rejection in there is proof of a time that I tried. It’s proof that I’ve been working hard and getting better. I don’t think that my fragile ego could deal with reading all of the rejections in one go, but I’m glad I’ve kept them. They still have things to teach me.


*If that video camera thing is true, I really feel sorry for poor Liz, because I am NOT a pretty sight about 98.4% of the time and sometimes I am also scratching my butt.





just in case I was getting big-headed…

Filed under: Delicious, reviews

Wow, this is the worst review I’ve ever got.

That said, it could be worse. She gives 2.5/5 to books she really likes. And she likes my best friend Kathy okay.





a life lesson

Filed under: Delicious, the web

Oh and I just wanted to mention once again, for those of you who might have forgotten, that my book which is number six on the WALDENBOOKS BESTSELLER LIST was rejected twice by Harlequin/Mills & Boon before they bought the revised version.

Just goes to show. Something.

(I’m on Kate Rothwell’s blog today.)






Filed under: Delicious

MacAllister’s Baby is number six on the Waldenbooks/Borders series romance bestsellers list this week.

My fellow Modern-Extra-authors-released-as-Presents are on there too–Kelly Hunter (at NUMBER TWO!!), Kate Hardy, and Trish Wylie.






MacAllister’s Baby is out!

Filed under: Delicious

Today is the day my first USA book hits the shelves!


It’s called MacAllister’s Baby and it’s out as a Harlequin Presents. Here’s a pic of the cover:

MacAllister's Baby

If you’d like to read more about this book, there’s an extract on my books page, under its original title, Delicious.

Since I also happen to be in the USA, I’m going to my local Wal-Mart today to see if it’s there.

I haven’t been home to send out newsletters, so if you’re on my list, I’m sorry I haven’t sent you any news about this release. I will when I get back!

If you’d like to be on my newsletter list and receive information about all my releases when they happen, do send me an email using the contact link on the right.





more covers

Filed under: covers, Delicious, Driving Him Wild

This is the Australian cover for DRIVING HIM WILD (out now).

driving him wild australia

Love it, love it, love it!!!

And here’s my first US release, MACALLISTER’S BABY (aka DELICIOUS)…out in August.

macallister's baby

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Delicious in Italian
Hey, Delicious is out in Italy this month.

Delicious in German
Also in Germany.

Back soon with photos and blog about Kate Walker’s 50th book celebration bash!





Grammy eggs

Filed under: about me, Delicious

Today I wrote an article for the German romance magazine, Loveletter, about why a chef is a perfect hero. It was to promote Delicious, which is being released in Germany in June.

One of my main points in the article is that food has the power to evoke strong memories, and as an example I mentioned how every Sunday my grandmother Cohen used to cook my brother and me brunch. I never used to like runny eggs so she used to fry eggs for me by breaking the yolks and cooking the whole thing until it was well done and crispy. I called it a “Grammy egg”.

To this day, whenever I eat an egg cooked this way, I think of my Grammy and those Sunday brunches. Lawrence Welk on the TV, comic books in the closet, wrapped strawberry sweets with a liquid centre on the coffee table, doodle pads near the phone covered with crosshatch Grammy scribbles, Grampy sitting by the window watching the people walk by on their way to the Methodist church, and hard-cooked eggs and–if we were lucky–home fries.

Recently, when I was very pregnant, very hungry, and very cranky, my mother made me upside-down toast (which is essentially buttered bread fried in a skillet). Her grandmother used to make that for her when she was a child and she considered it the ultimate comfort food. My mother used to make it for us with soup on cold winter afternoons and made it our comfort food, too. As soon as I smelled upside-down toast, all my crankiness was gone, and all I could do was hug her and say, “Oh, Mommy.”

What food is evocative of memory for you?


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