Ann Cannon and I have written this book modeling memoir writing. Honestly, we think we're pretty funny and even wise sometimes. And then, too, people generally like us. Not everyone, but generally speaking, people like us.
So we were surprised when the first publisher we sent it to, didn't want it.
Maybe the book wasn't as good as we thought. Maybe we were just a couple of deluded has-beens. It happens.
We decided to read the book aloud to each other. She reads my essays, and I read hers. Last Tuesday, she read this sentence from one of my essays:
"I tasted my mother's butt and wanted some on my toast."
We sat in a public area and drew many stares when we fell apart laughing.
"Do you think that sentence kept us from selling the book?" I asked between gasps.
We read it aloud again. More laughing.
Actually, I was writing about my mother being the only member in our large family, who got to eat butter, and realizing that I liked her butter better than our margarine.
I don't know. Maybe some typing errors should remain as they are. A good laugh really cleans the sinuses.