So you all know I went to New York City earlier this year to pitch my book to literary agents, publishers and editors, right? What? Where have you been? Well, if you didn’t know about it you can go read about it here.
I woke up this morning to this email:
Date: Wednesday, September 11, 2013, 6:49 pm
From: High Powered Editor at St. Martin’s Press
Subject: Author Photo
I just wanted to check-in on whether you are interested in having author photos on the book’s jacket. Generally these appear on the back inside flap, after the book’s description. If you would like an author photo, do you think you’ll be able to provide one in the next couple weeks? Ideally we’d like to have them ready to go by the first week of October but I think there’s a little wiggle room if you need more time, just be sure to keep me updated.
High Powered Editor
Thomas Dunne Books
An imprint of St. Martin’s Press
175 Fifth Avenue
New York, NY 10010
Here was my response:
Hello High Powered Editor at St. Martin’s Press,
I’d love to have an author photo on my book jacket! When can we get started?
By the way, I think you sent this to the wrong Leigh. I am Leigh Baker. You and I met at the Writer’s Digest Conference in NYC earlier this year. You requested a copy of my humorous memoir entited Is My Crazy Showing? You and I have exchanged a few emails confirming that you did, in fact, receive the Book Proposal and manuscript for review. In your latest email to me in May you said that you had been rather busy and were looking forward to reviewing my manuscript when you had time. For your convenience, I have attached another copy of the Book Propsal for your review.
Since you and I spoke last, I attended BlogHer ’13 in Chicago and received tremendous feedback and support from the writing community, have connected with some extraordinary authors and have grown my social presence significantly. I would still, very much, enjoy working with you.
Perhaps your accidential email to me was fate?! I look forward to hearing from you again soon.
Funny. Professional. Yet still interested in representation.
So sorry for the confusion, thank you for letting me know of my error.
High Powered Editor
What. The. Fuck.
These are my dreams you are toying with lady. I can appreciate that people make mistakes. We all do. But have the decency to apologize and also offer some sort of condolence for teasing me with a book deal and then SNATCHING it right out from underneath me. Something like, “I’m so sorry for the oversight. Let’s do coffee and talk about your best-seller!”
It’s like getting a call from the nurse saying, “Congratulations! All your tests came back normal.” And five minutes later getting a follow-up with call, “Sorry about that. You have a brain tumor and have 6 weeks to live. All our best.”
Or the car dealer calling and saying, “Hey, that loud clunking noise in your car was just a silly faulty wire and it was covered under warranty!” And then, “I’m sorry. We made a mistake. We actually need to replace the cylinder and transmission. That will cost you $12, 342.10 on your 1982 Chevy Nova.”
Or hearing your name called at the Miss America Pageant. ”Oops! I meant the other girl. Hurry! Get off the stage.”
Or,” That was a false-negative. You’re pregnant.”
Thirty seconds of elation, followed by foggy disillusionment sucks. Has that every happened to you? You thought the stars finally aligned in your favor and you were so excited then to have the rug pulled out from under you to be devastated? Tell me. I want to hear.