I think my alien horoscope was a big, fat clue from the Universe that I was going to get rejected by another literary agent today.
Consider if you will: Last year an agent rejected me because she thought my book should have been about an alien invasion instead of a nuclear bomb. As a general rule, I don't think about aliens. I have enough trouble sleeping believing in ghosts. But then this weekend my Mom-Mom tells me this story about how my uncle was supposed to go Area 51 to bid on a job, but his paperwork didn't arrive on time. (A friend of his did go, and apparently, he had to wear dark glasses, and was brought in in a car with blocked windows, and not allowed to see anything, yada yada yada). What do you know, I hit something of a wall with the short story I'm working on. Today, MSN Horoscopes suggests I look otherworldly for love. An hour + later: Rejection letter.
I'm not sad about the rejection. I had a hunch beforehand that this agent wouldn't work out, though I hoped differently. So right now, I'm concentrating on finding my little alien-parallel funny. Because, you know, if I'm going to face rejection again and again and again, well, better to be some-what forewarned, even if that forewarning is a bit goofy.
So I guess what I need is some kind of alien-repellent. Someone's got to make that, right? A little spritz to ward off rejections (and possible abduction). Hmmm.... Oh My God, Someone DOES!!!!!
Wow, I should totally get some.