My husband and I are in the car on the way to his mother’s house. It is my husband’s birthday. I’m driving.
He calls his to tell her we are about half an hour away, and I hear mention apple pie. When he hangs up, I ask, “She made apple pie for your birthday?”
“Yes,” he says.
I think about this and go through the 16 years I’ve known him. “Do you like apple pie?” I ask.
Well, of course. Our son doesn’t like pie. And she is diabetic and can’t eat pie. I’m going to have to eat a lot of pie.
It reminds me how I feel when I go home and my father asks me if I want iced tea. “Hey,” my father says, “you might’ve changed your mind by now.”
When I read guidelines for magazines, journals, agents, et al, I turn to my story and try to figure out if what I’ve written is what they mean. The editors are telling me what they like, and I still don’t know.
Do editors ever feel like my husband on his birthday–he’s always made it clear he likes cake. He really likes cake, but is handed a pie.