Called and ruined my bad day!

A few months back, a lady on one of my critique groups posted a message that still makes me smile when I think about it.

She shared that in preparation for rewriting a very sad scene, she had sent the children to day care for the day. Listened to sad music while cleaning house. Watched two sad shows that made her cry. Concentrated on the loss of every loved one she had ever suffered through.

Then, when swollen-eyed and morose, she set at her computer to write. She hadn't even gotten her hands on the keys yet, when the phone went off. She looked at caller ID and it was her agent. ANYONE else and she would have ignored it.

She picked it up and was told by her super excited agent that her second book in a series had just been picked up by her publishing firm. She squeals, jumps, dances around. Laughing and ecstatic. When she finally hangs up the phone, she finds herself sitting in front of her computer looking at a sad scene that needs more gut churning emotion added to it and bangs her head against the screen.

Damn! Her agent had called and ruined her bad day!

I'll admit to having been in a un-promoted bad mood all day.

And unfortunately, I didn't have a sad scene to rewrite.

Drat the bad luck.