I was so excited the day the package arrived containing the first copies of my novel, "Both Sides of the Coin." I took the first book out of the box and held it to my breast. I couldn't believe I had actually done this. I had actually written this book. To me it was all so amazing, it looked so real, it was an actual book with my name at the bottom and my picture on the back cover.
Let me explain that I am a dreamer, as well as a complete romantic. It's the Pisces in me. I can watch "Sleepless in Seattle" over and over again, and as Tom Hanks takes Meg Ryan's hand and they and his son walk to the elevator of the Empire State Building with Jimmy Durante's voice over singing "Make Someone Happy," I dissolve into massive tears. I'm not much better when Tom Hanks shows up with his dog to meet Meg Ryan in "You've Got Mail."
I visualized Meg Ryan, who is now the age of my main character, and who has mostly played women with a sense of naivety and innocence, as perfect to play the heroine in the film version of said book. Talk about being a dreamer! No one had even read my book as yet, and there I was casting the film.
I have been a fan of Nora Ephron's from the moment I saw "When Harry Met Sally." I thought that if I sent her my book and if she liked it, she couldn't help but see how perfect Meg Ryan would be as the lead. And so, with much diligence, I wrote her what I felt was a heart-warming letter, attached it to a copy of my brand new book and raced to the post office.
A week later my phone rang. When I answered it, a man's voice told me he was Nora Ephron's assistant. I felt the blood rush to my head as I thought, "Oh my God, she liked my book, she's calling me." WRONG! He didn't know how to tell me, but it seems that the only part of my actual book Ms. Ephron had received was the front and back cover. Somehow the publisher of my novel had taken my covers and mistakenly placed them around 200 pages of poems and idle thoughts on life, written by some unknown man. This man's work had taken over my book, my covers, and my title. You can imagine how frustrated, how upset, how disappointed I felt. It had never entered my mind to look inside of each and every book I had lovingly unpacked. Of all the twenty copies of my novel that I had purchased from my 'self publishing company', I had unknowingly sent Nora Ephron the one book the publishers had misprinted. What had she thought of me when she had obviously attempted to read it? I was mortified.
Alas, although her assistant was kind enough to send me back the book that wasn't mine, and although I immediately sent a proper copy back to Ms. Ephron, I had lost my golden opportunity. I never heard from them again and I was too embarrassed to pursue the matter further. On second thought maybe it's time to send the book directly to Meg Ryan, because she's the one I really believe should play this part, regardless of who may direct it.