The Morning After Service
by Grace Tierney
Ever wished for a hangover cure, the perfectly cooked breakfast, and childcare for the morning after the night before?
You need the Morning After Service. Newly single Dublin city-girl Kay has teamed up with her best friend and mother of twin toddlers, Anna, to unleash their potential as Irish Moms with Attitude.
But nothing prepares the friends for exploding eggs, laundry turning pink, babies vomiting in weird places, accidentally attacking an ex-boyfriend, hormonally-challenged food critics, and cross-dressing joggers. They even become entangled in a golf club vendetta with a scheming business rival.
Only their sense of humour and friendship will get them through, especially when love adds to the hangover. Her return to work and her interfering mother-in-law drags sensible Anna to the edge of divorce, while impulsive Kay falls for a flirty client who just can’t say the words “I love you”.
Deploying their collection of wise and bizarre hangover cures (used throughout as chapter headings) the friends find soothing sore heads is much easier than mixing business, love, and friendship.
Arielle: Fun. That’s what I had reading this pitch. Entertained. That’s what I believe I will feel when reading your book. And I love the hangover hook. I definitely want more detail about who these ladies are, who they’re married to, where they stand in the social order. Give us a word picture of each of them so we can see them in our mind’s eye.
David: : I like this pitch. It reminds me a little bit of Daddy Day Care, only much better. The Irish angle is really fun. I think you could exploit it more. For example, when you talk about their sense of humor, I’d rather you show it to me, in all its beautiful Irishness, instead of telling me about it. I like Irish Moms with Attitude. I think it could also have more fun with actually telling us specifics, for example, what the cross-dressing joggers actually look like. “Scheming business rival”, that just seems too generic. And this idea that a man can’t say “I love you.” That seems like something I’ve seen in many many many romantic comedies. And it doesn’t seem to come to any kind of climax.