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|Sunday, March 13th, 2005|
For a great many people, this week is currently spring break. Of course, for me, it's just another week. But it feels like spring break, which is a Very Good Thing.
Yesterday Avadore, Rice, a friend from Belgium and I headed north, dropped the kid at his grandparent's and the guys and I had a great time shopping. We ate lunch at what can be described as a yuppy burger joint. They not only have unusual burgers and other sandwiches, but pasta, salads, and appetizers involving things like brie and mussles. I had a jerk seasoned chicken sandwich with bleu cheese and chilis and a salad with spring greens, cranberries, red onions, bleu cheese and a sweet balsalmic vinegrette. It was an amazing lunch.
The Belgian friend wanted to go shopping for electronics and other such things, so we spent a lot of time at places like Best Buy and Circuit City. We also hit some toy stores so our friend could look for gifts for his son. We were right by a great bookstore, but he wasn't terribly interested in any English language books, so we skipped that. We're headed back up north next weekend, so maybe I'll have an opportunity to check out the bookstore then.
For dinner we went to a local place that's a combination brewery/restaurant. They brew about seven of their own beers and serve really good food. Because I'll be going on Rice's gluten-free diet soon (due to the impending birth of kid number 2), I had the snow crab and prawn alfredo with garlic bread. (Must fill up on wheat products now.) Now, in other parts of the world, garlic bread like this may be fairly common, but I'm from Idaho where garlic bread is usually slathered in butter and topped with garlic powder or garlic salt. Parmesan and parsley may be involved. This garlic bread was sourdough bathed in butter with roasted garlic cloves embedded within the sourdough. It was utterly amazing. I can't tell you how much it rocked.
We also bought some beautiful, huge bagels. They're really excellent. (See previous entry.)
Today we had pancakes for breakfast and had a relaxing morning. About 12:50 I picked up Avi (like an idiot) and messed up my already only semi-functional stomach muscles and ended up in bed for most of the rest of the day. Very important lesson -- when 8 plus months pregnant, don't try to pick up and haul around a 3 year old.
In any event, as a result of my "injury", Rice made most of dinner. He made some great tacos. I used my new little food processor to make a sort of chutney/salsa out of peppers, onion, lots of garlic, tomatoes and lime juice. It was a most excellent dinner.
So that's the relaxing weekend and beginning of "vacation". Feeling much better now, stomach still a bit tender, but happy enough to do the stairs this evening.
And tomorrow there will be writing! Woo hoo! I must be a lot healthier; I'm excited about writing and other things I care about again.
|Saturday, January 8th, 2005|
This is me, evidently...
Vertigo by U2
"The night is full of holes
Those bullets rip the sky
Of ink with gold
They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll"
In 2004 you partied so hard... you forgot how to count.
|Monday, November 29th, 2004|
|they're coming to take me away ha ha!
I am done with the NaNoWriMo novel.
And this one sucks even more than last year's.
But it's finished!!!
And later I can go back to it and make something worthwhile out of it. I think this the worst thing I've written in years. But ah... it's finished. And on top of all the stupid stuff that's happened over the last month that's quite a feat and I'm going to just stop typing now and um... read someone else's book and go to bed.
|Friday, November 19th, 2004|
Rice and our friend got home at about 2 a.m. last night.
They did take Winter to the ER, like I thought they would. Winter signed himself into the Behavioral Health center where he can not only be monitored, but hopefully receive the help he needs. Finally.
This is how it is when you have no insurance and no money in this country. (And no job because you can't hold a job easily before freaking out and quitting because you're paranoid and have no way to cope.) Thankfully, the Medicaid application has been turned in so that may help.
And now I'm going to try to focus and make some good art. Must make good art.
Rice and a friend of ours has taken Winter somewhere ... the ER or someplace similar, I imagine. For the third time since August, Winter is suicidal to the point of having a plan and working on carrying it out.
Even though he's been taking steps to get help, he's not getting what he needs. I don't even think his counselor who is still in "counselor school" knows he's paranoid schizophrenic yet and hasn't been on meds or having any kind of treatment for a very long time.
Let's put it this way -- when Winter first saw The Truman Show
, he was felt like he was watching his life.
So, they're off to somewhere, hopefully to get Winter the help he so desperately needs.
I wish Rice had left our friend; it's hard being here alone on nights like this. At the same time, our friend could be very helpful to Winter and Rice, so I'll try not to be hormonal and selfish.
And this is where Neil Gaiman fits in.
Neil just pretty much rocks. Someone should make a little Neil Gaiman quote book covering everything from death, music, family life, gardening, and writing to reading, traveling, eating, and growing up.
In terms of when things get hard, one could look here: "As a solution to various problems you may encounter upon the way, let me suggest this:
"Make Good Art.
"It's very simple. But it seems to work. Life fallen apart? Make good art. True love ran off with the milkman? Make good art. Bank foreclosing? Make good art."
And that would be why I'm going to keep writing my novel until I'm utterly exhausted and then try to go to bed because who knows when Rice and our friend will return. Hopefully, Winter won't be with them. His best friends and we all agree he needs serious help and he can't get it here. Some hospital time is probably in the cards.
|Wednesday, November 17th, 2004|
From Tim Pratt's journal: (I can't get the link to work so, www.journalscape.com/tim)
1. Open the music player on your computer.
2. Set it to play your entire music collection.
3. Hit the "shuffle" command.
4. Tell us the title of the first ten songs that play (with their musicians), no matter how embarrassing.
I already did this for Tim's journal, but it's fun and it will help me procrastinate writing a little longer, so I'll do it again.
1) Fall on Me -- R.E.M.
2) With a Little Help From My Friends -- The Beatles
3) God's a Woman, Too -- Samantha Mathis
4) I Go To Extremes -- Billy Joel
5) Love Will Tear Us Apart -- Joy Division
6) Tear in Your Hand -- Tori Amos
7) Perfect Day -- Roxette
8) Handle with Care -- The Traveling Wilburies
9) This Corrosion -- The Sisters of Mercy
10) Fallen Angel -- Alphaville
Now go have some fun yourself!
|Sunday, November 14th, 2004|
I just made my first short story sale to Scattered, Covered, Smothered
, the fun foodie anthology from Two Cranes Press.
I get $10.00 and a copy of the anthology.
I can't believe it.
Someone (two people) like something I wrote. And maybe others will read it and like my story, as well. That would be cool. Current Mood: ecstatic
|Tuesday, November 9th, 2004|
|update on the crazy neighbors
Both Rice and I talked to our parents, who are talking to their resources (lawyers, CPS specialists, etc. and gave us some suggestions of who to talk to). The jury's not all in yet, but so far this is the upshot:
We are probably fine. If for whatever reason someone from CPS does show up, they'll take a look at Avadore and see he's fine, a healthy and loved two-year-old who's mischievous as all get out.
Some of the people that were talked to have had children of their own who got into everything and it was hard to keep tabs on them on all the time. They were clever and wild and just kids. That was comforting.
They also suggested we stay as far away from our neighbors as possible. Don't talk to them, nothing. Evidently it's pretty easy to fuel people like that, so shut down all connections. (Not that there was a lot to begin with, but it still happened. Occasionally we tried to be nice and send cherries over from the tree or whatever. Usually any association involved them being an absolute pain.) The fence idea is strongly encouraged simply because Avadore is a toddler and will be doing crazy stuff for a while longer and if our neighbor's get a wild hair, they can call anything in and create a problem for us. Also, it will protect our dog and make her life easier. No more little hellions harassing her. Well, except for Avadore :D.
I will also be making or buying Avadore a sword or knife to play with and try to make the distinction between that which we can play with and that which we leave alone. Hopefully, it will also satisfy his little boy sword/knife urges. Current Mood: calm
|Monday, November 8th, 2004|
|scared and venting
Ever since our neighbors moved in about a year and a half ago, we've had problems with them. Sometimes to the point where we've had to to call their landlord so we can take care of stuff on our property that goes just beyond the fence the is a superficial boundary of the two yards. (The boundary of our property goes beyond the fence.) Their teenage children will get on our property and harass our dog through the chain link fence and run complaining to their mother when she barks at them. They have threatened to shoot and spray ammonia in her eyes.
I called animal control on that one, and then the police to file a report after animal control directed me to. The upshot: they need to educate themselves about dog behavior (even though they have dogs of their own) and if they do hurt our dog, it's a crime.
As a result, we've been considering building a wooden fence between the two properties.
And now it's a sure thing.
This morning, my son climbed onto a chair and a counter, got in a cupboard and got a knife and ran outside. When I heard the door slam, I looked out the window to check on him since he has a tendency to run out with very few clothes on and it's cold. Sure enough, he was out there in his sweatshirt and diaper. I didn't even put shoes on. I just ran out and got him. I never saw the knife.
I put him in the shower to warm him up even though he hadn't been out there for very long. When I got him out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, diaper in hand, and exited my bedroom door, I found a policeman in my hallway by my bedroom.
Our neighbors called the police to report my son had a butcher knife in the backyard.
First of all, I don't own a butcher knife. We found the knife. Not a butcher knife.
I admit, he shouldn't have had it. We thought we had taken good safety precautions to keep him out of the knives. Obviously, we were wrong.
So the officer took a complete report of all my information, all of Avadore's information, but none of my husband's. He told us what we could do to lock up the knives. We had already done those things. My son is literally not only a Houdini but amazingly dextrous and really good at problem solving. So now you can't get out our back door without a key (we turned the lock around) and I can barely get at the knives with the restraint that's on the cupboards.
This is evidently very possibly not the end. We could receive another visit from the police, we could also receive a visit from Child Services where they will search through every corner of our home and if they find something they don't like somehow, they can take my son.
I think it's unlikely that it will hit that point. However, I am afraid to let my son into the backyard doing anything for fear the neighbors will call again. He takes off his clothes. Evidently, if he is outside without enough clothing on, I can get another call. And it could be worse this time.
I am so scared that something will happen and my neighbors will report us again. It's semi-illogical, I know, but I am still afraid.
Later today, we looked out our front window only to find their rabbit in our front yard. My husband went over to tell them so they could get it back. He never even got to the door before the father was out front, ready for a fight. It's always like this.
Anyway, that's my vent and background in case it progresses.
I really hope it doesn't.
I don't know how to protect ourselves. Current Mood: scared
|Friday, November 5th, 2004|
|looking for a change?
It's up to you, but we can do it together...
I am crazy about John Lennon, and have been forever, it seems.
I'm also crazy about George, but at this point, I think John Lennon is a bit more relevent.
I started out listening to Disk 2 of "Concert for George" and moved on to some John.
John who said, "All we are saying is give peace a change."
And, "Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die."
Then there was,
"Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one."
"Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well you get on your feet
And out on the street
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on."
He also said, "If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace."
And, "The thing the sixties did was to show us the possibilities and the responsibility that we all had. It wasn't the answer. It just gave us a glimpse of the possibility. "
Also, "You make your own dream. ... Produce your own dream. If you want to go save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself."
And Margaret Mead said, "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
"If you don't like the world, quit talking about what you don't like, quit bitching about the way things are, get off your ass and change the world. Ban together. We live in a nation that gives us this opportunity. We need to take it."
I said that. :)
I'll be quoting Dylan next. Current Mood: calm
|Sunday, October 31st, 2004|
That's right. It's Halloween, and it's been freezing... snowing, raining, thunder, lightening... welcome to Idaho.
Actually, I love the unpredictability of it.
We celebrated our Halloween last night. Avadore learned to say, "Trick or treat," and "No rocks". Very important things to know.
Rice is off gaming with his friends. I really wish he were here. He thought he was leaving J-Spot to help me, but that was evidently not accurate.
Winter is upstairs with his ex-girlfriend being very noisy, very loud. Not having sex, thank God. I'm not sure if she's suddenly deaf since they broke up or what, but there's but some very loud voices, and it's really beginning to grate on my already existing headache. I can't say I was terribly fond of her to begin with. Oy. That's right -- I'm a bitch.
A friend was supposed to come over this afternoon and evening. I made a big pot of Thai chicken soup. She never showed. But she's like that, and always has been.
Isn't there anything good to write about?
I'm also making pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting. Yum.
Since last Sunday, I've written a short story, turned an 18,000 novella into a 7,700 word short story at the request of an editor, and wrote a personal essay/memoir. And I've submitted all of them. We'll see what happens.
I wish I could curl up on my couch with some hot chocolate and a Bradbury book without the promise of obnoxious people who have invaded my house. I'm really getting a bit annoyed with some of the extra people that live here. So they live here. So what? That should give them rights, right? So they can bitch at my dog, treat my house like a trash heap, insult me and so on.... It's still my house. They don't seem to get it. We're even essentially supporting all of them while Rice tries to get his business going. One day I'm just going to blow and they'll all be gone.
Sorry, there I went again....
I really need to start perking up this journal. Current Mood: irritated
|Wednesday, October 27th, 2004|
|who am i?
Possessing a rare combination of wisdom and humility, while serenely dominating your environment you selflessly use your powers to care for others.
Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
Wow -- I wouldn't have guessed that either, though I might have guessed it before the lacey bra.... :) Current Mood: awake
|Tuesday, October 26th, 2004|
You Are a Lace Bra!
Dreamy, romantic, and ultra-feminine
You're a womanly woman who makes guys feel like men
Your perfect guy is strong, determined, and handsome
With a softer side that only you can draw out
What Kind of Bra Are You? Take This Quiz :-)
Bizarre. Another day I think I might be cotton.
It's one of those days.
Yesterday was a good day.
Today, so far, is not.
I feel like a poser, like a loser, like maybe I'm wasting my time. What good is my life? What good is what I'm doing? What's the purpose?
I was even, literally, shit on today. And then semi-shit on again, figuratively, though, so that's much better.
Maybe it's hormones. Maybe my life doesn't have the right focus. Isn't in the right place.
In terms of my writing I wish I had some sort of more experienced, more professional guidance. Sort of a mentor, maybe. I'm figuring this all out on my own, well -- with the aid of people in the same boat as me, and I have no idea what I'm doing.
I'm a clunker. I'm a whiner. If you're sick of this, just ignore me.
|Monday, October 25th, 2004|
|lemonjello, orangejello, shithead
I had run into the stories about people named Lemonjello, Orangejello, and Shithead. I was dubious, until talking with a friend who had lived in the south for a couple of years. After that I thought it was possible.
I was discussing it with a lady who is in one of my writing groups. HAH -- it's an urban legend, was her reply. Evidently that's a common belief. And it may very well partially be an urban legend...
Today I met a gentleman named Lemonjello. It's pronounced le-mon-jah-LOW, and has nothing to do with Jell-O, lemon or otherwise. He's very particular about that.
Has anyone else run into these names?
|on fire and submission musings
Last week, Avadore and I were sick. Over the weekend, Rice got sick. Yesterday, Avadore and I weren't feeling so hot. Again.
The good thing about being sick is that I feel I can, in general, ignore my usual obligations and suddenly my mind opens up, unless it's fuzzy from being sick, like I think it was Saturday night.
As a result, I have accomplished a great deal:
1) A critique of a fairly long submission for one of my writing groups.
2) Put my submission together for one of my writing groups.
3) Believe I have solved a problem with one of my short stories.
4) Wrote an entire short story that has basically eluded me for 2 1/2 years.
5) Edited it twice.
6) Considered submitting it.
7) Found a market.
I think that the prose could be tighter. In order to work on that I believe I will let it sit a couple of days and then go back and try to adjust it. Honestly, I think I could just submit it now. The likelihood of it being published are slim to none.
Since I started submitting (and a lot less than I would have liked) I have had some very nice rejections. I get lovely, kind, supportive personal responses from editors that warm my heart. Or I get, "Can I hold on to this a bit longer?" or "I have forwarded this to the head editor for final approval". (Still waiting on those, btw.) For just starting, I think that's rather lovely.
I know it takes a while for a person to get published once they start submitting. It can take years and years. Or it may not ever happen. One has to learn the trade after all. That's what I'm doing right now -- learning the trade. With each submission and rejection I learn something new. That's a good thing.
So, in the end, I might as well just submit my story as is and be done with it and move on to the other story I need to fix. At the same time, even though I know no one but a couple people will read it, I can't help but feel that it's important to do the best I can with the story right now under the circumstances and then send it out.
So it will be percolating in the back of my mind and on my hard drive for a couple of days before I run through it again.
Damn work ethic. Current Mood: accomplished
|Saturday, October 23rd, 2004|
|writing, chocolate, pumpkins, reception, autumn
Maybe it's the weather. Maybe I'm worn out. Maybe I'm sick. Maybe it's a bad case of Melancholy, in which case I'd better start sleeping outside for awhile so I can be cured... even if it is wet and freezing.
Whatever the problem is, I'm having an awful time writing today. Just horrid. I have a short story to work on, to revamp and fix and nothing to do it with.
We're all in a foul state here today.
Avadore is grumpy. Probably also worn out from yesterday and maybe still a little sick from him cold, though I thought he was well. Rice caught Avadore's cold and is not feeling well.
I just want to hole up and rest, which I did do for a good portion of today. My "obligations" tomorrow are light, so I think I'll stay holed up then, too. I have a few calls to make, but rest is probably a good thing.
I'll sit and relax, try to work on my story a bit, but I'm not sure if pushing it is a good thing right now either. Stuff will come, or it won't. In the end, it's not the most important thing in my life.
It's not like I'm a professional and have a deadline or anything looming, thank goodness.
But I'm still waiting for the energy/inspiration/muse to hit me over the head and give me some motivation to actually figure out what to do with the blasted story :). But until then, here I sit, making notes, working and reworking things until the problems seem to be straightened out.
Yesterday we attended my husband's cousin's wedding. It was a very cool thing, and a wedding at those tend to go around here. The bride was lovely, the groom handsome, and all's right with the world.
As is traditional around here, after the wedding, there was a luncheon for family and friends hosted by the groom's parents. (My aunt and uncle in law.) We had lovely croissant sandwiches, several types of salads and vegetables and the best cheesecake... turtle cheesecake. Yum.
For the reception, it was your usual reception, home spun, but lovely, elegant, so tasteful. Lots of ivy, white flowers, the colors a pale sage green and a rich, deep chocolate. It was really striking.
They served the richest hot chocolate I've ever had, hot cider, andes mints, chocolate mint brownies, chocolate rolls, pumpkin rolls, nuts. Obviously, someone likes their chocolate and mint, which fit so well with the colors. It was so delicious and though I didn't eat a lot, I got the biggest sugar buzz. I think the hot chocolate alone, along with a melted Andes mint, would have done that.
The cake was chocolate through and through. My husband's cousin made it. It was a three tierd square cake with sage ribbon and white flowers and fondant icing. It was beautiful.
Sadly, the happily married couple and their parents spent pretty much the whole entire night in the reception line. That sucks. At my reception, there was no line. We went around and mingled and I believe we caught everyone. We were a lot happier that way, I believe.
It's wonderful to see his family. Even though many of them live fairly close by, we might as well be in different states. We just don't see each other enough. They're great people. I'm lucky to be in such a great family.
Today Rice is sick, however, as I mentioned previously. Too much fun yesterday, I suppose. I made him Ham Fried Rice, which is quite good. Later I'm making Beef Lo Mein. Chinese -- the new comfort food.
|Thursday, October 21st, 2004|
So, I did the handwriting analysis from http://www.handwritingwizard.com/
And this is what I got:
-- It said that I'm a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth.
This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. She finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. She basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average. Now this is interesting. I know some people who would, and have said, that I actually have a poor self-esteem because I have left some bad situations or seemingly put up with some garbage that has been thrown my way. (In which case ignoring someone's garbage because it doesn't warrant the attention isn't the same things as "taking it".) And they're right -- it's not perfect, I could still use some work.
-- In reference to my mental abilities, I evidently have a very investigating and creating mind.
She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When she slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project. She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. She can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip. Huh, well, they're certainly right about how I have a tendency to get too many things going at once. This is why I prefer to focus on only a few things at a time. Some say I'm lazy or don't get out much. Meh. People say a lot about me, and very little of it is accurate.
--I am talkative.
She enjoys talking and socializing. She may talk when there is absolutely nothing important to say. She enjoys speaking. Alright, this is true up to a point. This pertains to my husband, my son, my brother, and close family members. Once upon a time, it referred to a few friends. I may address why in a minute
--I am moderately outgoing.That's pretty true. It depends on the situation, however. Sometimes I can be very reserved, while I can be outgoing at others. In general, the moderate would be accurate.
-- My emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. It depends on the story. Some stories that would be described in this fashion are utter schlock and are annoying. Grapes of Wrath breaks my heart, partially because it is based on some true events Steinbeck experienced while traveling with the Oakies.
--In fact, she can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. She has the ability to put herself into the other person's shoes. Well, I try. And it's gotten me into trouble and screwed over.
-- I will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes she will be happy, the next day she might be sad.Yup. And I tend to have my reasons. It usually depends on what's going on in my environment with the people and world around me. Hormones can be a factor, especially lately :).
-- I have the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because she is in between. Psychology calls this an ambivert. She understands the needs of both types. I've actually been described as a chameleon. This is partially why I did pretty well as an anthropologist. People will tell me the most interesting stuff.... And that's right -- only what was necessary made it into the reports.
--Although they get along, she will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." She doesn't sway too far one way or the other.Depends on what you mean by "too "far out"". Usually, the extremists do annoy me...
--When convincing her to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to her. She puts herself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet she will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Actually, the stories don't work so well here. The impractical or illogical part is true. We had this moron here the other night trying to sell us a vacuum and air filtration system a couple of weeks ago. We won't even go there. In any event, his stories and heart rendering evidence mostly made me laugh. His logical evidence also made me laugh. Did I mention part of my background is in public health?
-- She is an expressive person. She outwardly shows her emotions.
She may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story. May being the operative word here. I really don't go for those sappy stories. Although Little Women always makes me cry. There's a few movies and books like that....
-- She is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. She weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when she finally has to. She basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue. In general, this is also correct.
-- People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Idoesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others. We could discuss this, but in general it's true. Still, just because I have the balanced ability to be social and interact doesn't mean that I always enjoy it.... I'm such a snob.
Of course, with all things like this, they're only accurate so far. I had a lot of depends. Still, it was fairly accurate and pretty entertaining. And now you know my inner soul :p.
In any event, tonight J-Spot is buying Chinese. Yay Lo-Mein. Also, depending on how he's feeling, Rice and I are hanging out and J-Spot has the kid. Should be a fun night.
|rejectomancy and the world loves a wannabe
Still waiting to hear back on some poetry and a short story.
I submitted the poem in March. In May the poetry editor said that she'd forwarded the poem to the head editor for his final decision. Now it's October. I'm thinking that there should be a period when I should query so that I can just send it on somewhere else. They say, on their site, that a response should come in two to four months; however, if it's taking longer it's probably a good thing. Is seven months a good thing? Heh.
In terms of the story, that was submitted in April. In June the editor asked if he could hold on to it for a bit longer. We're at six months here, now...
I'm really at the "Just reject them so I can move them on."
I'm still not sure when a good time to query is, but I'm guessing it's coming closer.
I'm reworking a short story I wrote back in April. It needs a bit of work, but not as much as I once feared. I'll hash it out and submit it to my writing group Monday.
Even if I am a wannabe and all this is a waste of time, it gives me something to do and focus on other than just running after a two-year-old, dealing with the hormones from impending motherhood (again), etc., so on and so forth.
|Monday, October 18th, 2004|
|poetry, tea and toast in the morning
I read some Billy Collins this morning. It's a good way to spend some time, drinking some herbal apple cinnamon tea, eating some cinnamon toast and reading poetry.
I need to quit working online, reading journals, the news, email, etc., and begin to get some writing done. It's a busy, busy, busy week coming and I need to do this today for there may not be time until next week. Then it will be too late. It's my turn to submit to one of my writing groups on Monday. I have something that's ready to submit, something that needs a bit of revision, and something I've been writing. I haven't decided which to use. I guess it depends on what gets done, eh?
What else to say? Not a lot.
Back to the tea, writing, and maybe some more toast.