The Recipe

Yesterday I attended the invited dress rehearsal for The Recipe at La Jolla Playhouse, a new play about the early life of Julia Child. There is a moment when she finally finishes her cookbook and it is rejected, and watching that made me think about my own story. I finished my memoir more than four years ago, and after spending so much time, work, and money shaping it, I received rejection after rejection from agents and publishers. I self published it anyway, only to pull it later after legal threats from people who did not like what I wrote. Last July, after making changes, I quietly put it back out, and then I did nothing. No promotion, no push, just fear. Fear of reactions, fear of consequences, fear of fully standing behind my own story, especially when so many people questioned why I would want to put it out at all. I now have more than 100 copies sitting in my garage, physical proof that I finished something and then got scared of it. Watching that play reminded me that rejection does not mean something has no value, it may simply mean it has not found its moment yet. Maybe it is finally time to let mine live.

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