After twenty rejections of Christina's poignant novel based on how she met her Jewish husband, she, on a martini-soaked dare, creates a Caucasian alter ego and writes a lily-white chic lit novel. When her agent actually sells the novel to a publisher, Christina’s common sense warns her to back out. The lure of a lucrative two-book deal, though, is far too seductive. So, Christina straps in for a life-altering journey on which she questions priorities and wonders whether dreams can peacefully co-exist with reality...
Wendy gives an overview of the book:
“I want you to send me whatever you’ve got,” Meghan said. “It doesn’t even have to be complete. Just three chapters, an outline for the rest of the book, and a proposal for how to sell it and why it’s different from other books. You’re a lawyer. Make the best argument you can that’s going to make them want to acquire your book. Do you have anything you can send me by Monday?”
Christina was poised to say no when she remembered. The treatment that four Mayflower martinis built was residing on her laptop in the living area. The treatment where she masqueraded as a white woman to tell the story of white women. Something about the whole affair left a bad taste in her mouth.
But the other part of her was hearing none of that. Do it. What do you have to lose?
Christina scratched her head. “Well, I do have a little something I’ve been working on,” she said, hesitant. “It’s different though.”
“Different is good, Christina,” Meghan assured her. “I want to see different.”
“I don’t know…”
“This is the opportunity of a lifetime. Why are you hesitating?”
“You’ll see when you read it.”
“I’ll back whatever play you call, Christina. Just send it to me, and we’ll go from there.”
Christina caved. “Okay,” she said. “Your family has friends who can do this?”
“Hey, we know people,” Meghan laughed.
She looked around for Cameron, who’d long since disappeared. “My husband calls that having Jewce,” she laughed. “J-E-W-C-E.”
“Jewce,” Meghan remarked. “Cute. Jewce only counts if I can actually sell something and get some money for both of us. I got to go, hon. Send me what you’ve been working on, and enjoy the rest of your weekend with that adorable husband of yours.”
Christina hung up and sighed. She was, again, one step closer to achieving her dreams. Her apprehension, though, tempered her euphoria. She shook it off.
Wendy Coakley-Thompson is the author of Writing While Black, Triptych, Back to Life (2004 Romantic Times Award nominee) , and What You Won’t Do For Love (optioned for cable television). She is also a contributing editor of...