The Happiness Dance

I received the following e-mail today:

From: Maggie de Vries
Sent: June 28, 2002 12:50 PM
To: James Bow Subject: Rosemary and Time

Dear James,

I have read the opening chapters and
summary of Rosemary and Time with
interest and would be interested in reading
the rest of the book, assuming that it is not
out with other publishers. No need to resend
the first fifty pages. I’ll hold onto those.

It usually takes us about three months to
consider a full length novel.

Maggie de Vries
Children’s Book Editor
Orca Book Publishers

(James Bow does the happiness dance)

It’s not the same thing as a offer to publish. It’s just the first hurdle in a 100 metre event. But, still…

(James Bow does the happiness dance)

Erin and I are on our way to South Dakota. We had a very busy day getting things cleaned up and getting Gus to our parents, but we were on the road by 3 p.m. We’re now in Ann Arbor, just outside Detroit, staying with my sister-in-law and her husband.

Ann Arbor is an interesting town. It’s a University town, so it has that touch of coffeehouse class. But I was most impressed by the small apartment Wendy and Lars were able to land for themselves. They’re in an area that’s flooded with trees, with an assortment of houses nestled back from old country roads. In Toronto, this would be akin to a mini-Bridal Path or some other hoitie-toitie neighbourhood, but many of the houses have been broken up into student apartments. It’s an odd mixture.

We walked downtown and had dinner at a Mexican restaurant (Erin’s request. There are no good Mexican restaurants in Kitchener, so we haven’t had good Mexican food since leaving Omaha) and walked back. The streets seemed safe and interesting.

The United States has several places like this. A couple of years ago, I waxed poetic about Iowa City in an e-mail to my parents. And the University of Waterloo and Wilfred Laurier are two very good things that Waterloo’s got going. Clearly, if I can’t live in Kitchener, I have to relocate to a University town.

Bedtime, now. Night!

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