One of my summer projects is to go through my stacks and stacks of “stuff” and bring some kind of order to the chaos. One such area is my idea box. It is stuffed with all sorts of writing ideas–papers, napkins, post-it notes, etc., all shoved in without rhyme or reason. Somewhere in the bottom I was sure there was an idea for the next best seller!
One piece of paper I came upon was something I had saved from an editor where I had made a query. His response as to why he was not interested in reviewing my piece was that there were already too many dead children stories. Can you imagine what it was like to get such an insensitve letter addressing an article I had written on the death of my baby!
I just got a great idea for a mystery thriller: An insensitve editor has to live through all the plots of the stories and articles he has rejected till he develops compassion. Nah, maybe it wouldn’t sell.