WARNING: I, like most critics, know very little about the facts. But if they get to spout off their unsolicited opinions, why can't I?
Hi Hollywood, Liberals, and Silver Lake Hipsters,
I just watched Bohemian Rhapsody. And I loved it. I'm sorry. I did. It gave me chills and made my heart race to such an extent that I was compelled to write this blog at midnight because it couldn't wait. It couldn't wait because it reminded me what it meant to be an artist and I had almost forgotten.
I know. It's not cool of me to like it. It's definitely not intellectual. I should be wallowing in the horrors of life after watching Beautiful Boy or beating my chest in outrage after watching those Republicans f*$k shit up in Vice. I should be talking about how clever The Favourite was or pulling out my reading glasses to watch Roma. But I'm over it. This is SHOW BUSINESS and sometimes I just want a damn show.
Something wonderful happened recently at a time that I very much needed something wonderful to happen. Spirituality and Health, one of the magazines I am an avid reader of, sent me an email saying they wanted to publish a story I had pitched.
I was over the moon. I have done some pro bono work for up and coming online magazines, but this would be my first real, PAID publications. And to a magazine that comes to me in the mail! I literally picked up my most recent copy and danced around the room with my cat trying to explain to him that Momma's words were going to be on these pages. He just looked at me funny and said, "Get off me Mom!" Or Meow. Same difference.
This article is especially near and dear to me because it is about a friend of mine, who happens to be gay and wanted to have a Catholic wedding. The series of events that made this impossible event possible was so miraculous (made me cry every time) that I knew I had to share it. So when I queried only ONE magazine and got an acceptance I thought it was another miracle. Everyone told me I would have to query 100 times or more and I was 1 for 1! Maybe there was something to be said to surrendering to God's plan and everything would fall into place.
But then, something weird happened. After I accepted the offer there has been radio silence. I submitted my article within the deadline requested but haven't heard a thing. Not even a, "Thanks! Got it!" It's gotten to the point that, after three follow up emails over the past three weeks, I have to repeatedly pull up the original acceptance email so I know I haven't gone all Girl, Interrupted, had a psychotic break, and made the whole damn thing up.