The Whatchamacallit (The Rorschach!)

The Whatchamacallit (The Rorschach!)

Okay, enough fooling around. If I don’t talk about chocolate a little more here, I’m never going to be able to convince the IRS I should be able to tax deduct all the chocolate I eat.

This is one of those whatchamacallits, where the psychologist shows you a weird vague image and lets you tell what it looks like to you.

(Why can’t I remember the word for this? Someone in the comments, please tell me the word, so that I can sneak it back in and pretend words never fail me.) (Edit: Rorschach! Thank you, Amy.)
Anyway, what does this picture look like to YOU? Gloating? Or woeful?

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(The last shards of a bouquet of L’Atelier du Chocolat chocolate, fished out of the bottom of the bouquet wrapper. More on L’Atelier du Chocolat soon.)

This picture symbolizes ME right now, or rather me and my relation to my book LA VIE EN ROSES. I sure enjoyed this book while it lasted. And it is ALL GONE.

I packed up and sent final hard copies to my agent yesterday, and now we shall see what we shall see.

Now I’m trying to juggle two new books until one pulls ahead; one is deep but bright, the other silky and darker, but not a bad way darker, more like 80% chocolate. Again, we shall see!

So I miss LA VIE EN ROSES already, but I’ve been bouncing around with a swing in my step over it. It’s odd to feel so happy about a book right after finishing it. Usually that’s the moment of sinking self-doubt.

6 Comments
  • Word association…not that I’ve been to a psychologist but Rhonda is a psycho-therapist she tells me…we will ask her!
    I can’t wait to get my chocolatey hands on your new book! I hope the publishing people don’t want to change anything….is that intimidating? When they say to make some changes?

    August 15, 2007 at 7:59 am
  • Congratulations on finishing and shipping off the book! Such a bittersweet feeling, huh? You miss the enjoyment of savoring it, but it also brings such a grand sense of accomplishment. . . it has too, right? Otherwise we’d all keep on nibbling our chocolate forever and never finishing it, wouldn’t we?

    August 15, 2007 at 7:59 am
  • Rorschach! Says the girl who still remembers having to interpret the stupid things at age 10. They’re ink blots. Stupid annoying things they are, too.

    Congratulations on sending off the book. You *should* be happy. I’m guessing it’s probably easier to let one go if you have others pushing their way forward. (See? This is one of my arguments for more children. The oldest is losing teeth. Surely we need another?)

    August 15, 2007 at 8:04 am
  • Oooooooooooooh your blog is sooooooo inspiring, I love the pics, I’m glad I stumbled upon your blog…i’ll add you to my list of bloggers. Stay blessed.

    August 16, 2007 at 7:58 am
  • Ha!

    I finished reading Blame it on Paris and absolutely LOVED it! Some scenes (I guess I’m already thinking movie deal here) made me laugh out loud. The moment in the “Γ©tang” and the wedding were so hilarious. Of course this is a subject dear to my heart, since I did what you did in reverse: French woman marrying an American man and adapting to life in the United States. Well, I feel I actually know you now. I’ll blog about your book when I get back from Hawaii in about a week.
    Is the new novel fiction? Something tells me it will sell like hotcakes.
    I envy you, I don’t know when I’ll feel secure enough about the state of my MS to actually submit it to agents for representation.

    August 16, 2007 at 3:36 pm
  • THANK you, Corine. I’m lapping it all up. πŸ™‚ Thanks for telling me you enjoyed it.

    Yes, the new novel is fiction. Hmm…the novel is fiction…well, I guess if my last book was published as a novel even though it wasn’t fiction, that’s worth asking, isn’t it? πŸ™‚ Good luck with your own book!

    Thanks, too, everyone, for the encouragement on this book and the help finding me words! πŸ™‚

    August 16, 2007 at 9:07 pm

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