As I write this blog I am in the penthouse suite in Sheraton On The Falls in Niagara Falls. Why am I here? Read on to find out.
Sometimes I wonder if I was famous would I already be a published writer? Perhaps. Being famous would certainly, well probably would get my foot in the door. I mentioned in a previous blog how hard the waiting is. I stand corrected, it's damn brutal!!!!! I try to keep my mind busy but somehow it slowly creeps back in. I suppose if I was a literary agent and had over 100 queries I don't think I would be able to respond back to everyone in one week. Which reminds I received another rejection. But not by mail. Through email. I got rejected via email! "Although fresh and original we are not interested. We wish you the best in your endeavours." Why the hell did they ask for a SASE if they were going to reject me by email? What on earth did they do with the envelope? It's not like they can re-use the envelope, my address is on there. Maybe they carefully peel off the stamp and reuse that for their personal use?
I thought about starting a new manuscript so I don't drive myself crazy waiting for a letter with a positive response from a literary agent. I'm assuming it's the same type of feeling that an actor goes through when they find out they've been nominated for an Oscar. Waiting all those months and finally when Hollywood's biggest night happens they wait for that heart pounding moment for their name to be read and finally the golden dolly is theirs!! I have two stories in mind but I can't decide which one to do first. I was reading my old diary entries and I wrote a chapter for each of them. A good thing for me is which I consider lucky is all my stories are based on events that I myself have witnessed or have been told. But before I actually do start writing I need to have all my characters names written down and because they are based on actual people I need to change all names, dates and locations. I thought of a few names and I just need a couple more.
So Valentina's party is scheduled on the Saturday before J-Lo and Marc Anthony's concert. I'm leaving Friday and coming back home on Tuesday and the concert is on Wednesday. Right now I am in Niagara Falls. Why? Yesterday afternoon I was just fed up of not sleeping and yeah receiving another rejection- not that I am angry or mad. I was taught to believe that everything happens for a reason and maybe those literary agents who have rejected me won't be good for me in the long run. There is that one literary agent out there and somewhere he/she will read my query and be so interested and will then want to read my entire manuscript and be so enthralled by it they sign me on as a client and then land me a great publishing deal!!
So I was saying I felt like I needed a get-away. So I packed a suitcase according to a Cocaine Princess's Rules For Packing A Suitcase. Niagara Falls is Canada's answer to Las Vegas. I called up my driver and told him where I wanted to go. I slept in the car for hours but it was actually only 20 minutes. I can't even remember the last time I had a good sleep. As we were stuck in traffic a thought came to me, "if all these people are going to Niagara Falls how many of them have a reservation? I didn't think to call ahead. What if they don't have any penthouses and not just any penthouse but the corner suite penthouse with four private balconies with the closet view to the Falls? And then a terrible thought came into my mind. What if the only rooms they had left were the standard economical rooms? Oh the horror!!! But thankfully the room, my favorite room was available. The first thing I did when I stepped into the suite was go out on each balcony. I couldn't believe it, here we were at the end of September and there was heatwave. It's 32C and the sun was beating down hard but from where I was standing I could feel a tiny breeze coming from the Falls. I looked down below and like the QEW was a stand-still, Clifton Hill had a human stand-still. The place was overly packed. At one point I tried guessing where some of the people were from and what they did for a living. And what their first reaction was when they first laid eyes on the Falls. But more importantly did they know a Cocaine Princess was standing on the penthouse balcony of the Sheraton? I thought to myself: 'All bow down before me.' I'm joking!!!!
I did a couple of treatments at the spa. The masseuse said my body was in so many tense knots. Each knot represented a literary agent who rejected me I thought to myself. I then made my way down to Clifton Hill and OMG I had to literally push my way through. I've been here over a zillion times but never did I see it this packed. I went into every single store and I bought a couple of dresses, a handbag and when I went back to the hotel I shopped in the hotel jewelery store and picked some dazzling new pieces. The other stores sold the typical souvenirs, t-shirts, hats and anything else you can imagine with NIAGARA FALLS/CLIFTON HILL stamped on it.
At one point I got hungry. I tried looking around for anyplace that sold a can of SlimFast. I found a pharmacy but they were all sold out- they only kind they had left was the weight gain formula. And then I thought 'what the hell. Have some actual food!' I saw Burger King and the line went all the way outside and then I saw Little Cesar's Pizza. I had myself a personal size with extra cheese and pineapple and the crazy bread sticks and an icy cold Coke. For dessert I went to the Fudge Factory- a tradition of mine where I always buy a half-pound of orange-chocolate fudge they make right before your eyes. Then I headed on over to the Coca-Cola store where I had a Coke float and right beside the Coke store was the Hershey store. 'I'm such a little piggy I said to myself. I felt so guilty and so bad and that I began to regret coming down to Niagara Falls. Even gaining half a pound would devastate me. I felt better when I came up with a solution- to work out twice the amount I usually do. That should shed away any extra pounds.
For supper I decided to try Planet Hollywood. ( I have traveled around the world and dined in the finest and most expensive restaurants but I haven't been to a Planet Hollywood) I was expecting a line up but there wasn't one. I didn't even have to wait for a table. I got seated asap. The decor was filled with a lot Hollywood memorabilia but not a lot of people. I was given my menu and didn't find anything appealing. I told the waitress that I changed my mind and walked out. No wonder so many Planet Hollywood restaurants went under. I decided to eat at Kelsey's where there was a lineup. The restaurant is right on the strip and everyone wants to sit on the balcony and see all the glittering action. The wait was about 40 minutes and I got my table and ordered the balsamic chicken breast with vegetables. It was spectacular. As I was leaving the waitress an enormous and generous tip I noticed everyone rushing in the direction of the Falls. The fireworks and the light show was going to begin in about 20 minutes. I wasn't going to rush since I was able to see everything from any four balconies in my suite. It was spectacular. Right in the middle of it Valentina called me on my cell. I had to go back in since I couldn't hear a thing standing outside. She called to inform me that she bought 10 different dresses for the party she was throwing (yes I said 10) and wanted me to rate them each. 1- being my favorite and so on. I got out my lap-top and checked my email. I took a look at each dress and rated them them all. She then emailed me pictures of shoes she had purchased. And again I gave her my rating. She then told me that she invited Senor Bling to the party. I was silent for a moment.
The last time I had seen him was in April but we had been speaking to each other off and on since the middle of June. Valentina knew from a very reliable source that he hadn't been with anyone else since I last saw him. I honestly didn't know what to think. I still don't know. I look at him and I feel nothing: it's a little complicated. If it was up to Valentina she would want Senor Bling and I married. Not that I don't want to get married, I do and I want a family but not with SB, like I said, it's complicated. After I gave Valentina my fashion review I decided to go to the casino at Fallsview since I wanted to shop at Plusche. I picked up a couple of goodies and went into the casino and just did a slow walk through. The place was even more packed than Clifton Hill itself. I didn't stay very long. I then headed on back to the Sheraton. It's 2am and outside Clifton Hill is still packed. I ordered a glass of red wine hoping it would relax me but instead it's doing the opposite. I'm sitting on the bed watching TV, it's not a 46' plasma like I have a home so anything less than that looks like a postage stamp to me.
It was nice to get away. I love coming here. It's almost like a second home. Has it gotten my mind off of things in particular one certain thing? No, I'm still thinking about it. Who knows maybe there's an agent out there who keeps on rejecting letter after letter and they too are tormented by the fact they haven't found that one special writer to sign. And maybe that agent is the one who will sign me on. Maybe my letter is on their pile of query letters yet to be opened or maybe I have yet to send it out and will in the next couple of days. Wonderful now I'm never going to get to sleep with that on my mind. Oh great Senor Bling just popped into my mind and I still have to get an outfit for Valentina's party with all new matching jewels, shoes, a purse. Crap, I don't think I'll sleeping at all this month.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
