Finally!

My failing to fail streak has ended. Today I received a rejection letter in the mail from a publisher that I thought would be a perfect fit for my book about weird things to do and see in New York. (They published a book about offbeat museums and also a few more.) Nope. The point is that at least I got a response.

In the meantime, I will continue slogging along. I haven't sent anything out in a few weeks except for a small piece comparing the illegal occupation of America (violated Native American treaties and all that) to criticisms of Israel. Hopefully something will come of that.

Today I even capitulated on my promise to myself that I would never work on child care facilities policy and development again. I agree to put in a bid on a consulting job with the City that I am sure that I will regret. But, after a long day of asking wealthy developers about why families should spend $3 million for a three bedroom condo ("we also have a screening room and a kiddie pool and a gym and hotel-style concierge services and and an arcade and a billiards room and a 60 foot sky-lit pool and a BBQ terrace and yoga classes and quiet closing toilet seats and staff to wipe your ass for you" - OK, I made that last one up, but the rest are true), I actually missed doing good in the world. Plus the person who told me about the gig is a great person and we'd have fun working together and it is not too many hours and I can ask for a decent amount of money which would make me feel significantly less shitty about my current monthly income of about $200. I guess we'll see what happens.

Not surprisingly, my line about Joan Rivers was cut from the museum article I wrote. So it goes.