My birthday is coming up really shortly... While I'm not bothered by the event (most women in their late twenties seem to hyperventilate from the very thought--don't ask me why, it's a mystery to me as well) I've become very apathetic about the whole thing. I guess after twenty-some years it becomes a little less exciting to age another year. I suppose that is just how it is.
The other possibility for my recent disinterest might be the fact that my little girl's birthday is the day before mine. Back when my due date for her was rolling nearer, a lot of my friends expressed their opinion that it would be great if she were born on my birthday. I disagreed even then... I mean, would it not be fantastic to be in labour on my birthday? I think not. But I digress. The fact that my little girl's birthday is right before mine means that I spend the preceding week running around like mad getting ready for hers. I do not begrudge it, but by the time my (increasingly) big day gets here, all I want is to hide under a rock and be left alone.
So that is all that I want for my birthday... Solitude, and no obligations pressing themselves upon me. I want to shut off/unplug my phones, ignore my email and Facebook accounts and barricade myself in my house with my daughter. Maybe eat some cheesecake.
Alas, I never actually get what I want... I guess that's just how life is...
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Waiting is pretty easy when there are a million things to do...
A small note on my (hopefully) epic journey into the scary world of publishing:
I'm currently paused in my quest. I'm hoping to get a response on the query that I sent in for critiquing, and in the meantime I'm dealing with the eight hundred other things that are vying for my attention in my personal and work life. My soon to be six year old's birthday is the last day of the month. Her dad will be visiting, and my birthday is the next day. I want to have nothing to do that day, so I'm frantically trying to do EVERYTHING before then. It never works, but it's a nice dream. I can see myself relaxing in a clean house, alone, with absolutely nothing that must be done.
Then back to unpleasant reality. In the real world, I've got tonnes of stuff that I MUST do, and another tonne of things that I SHOULD do. It would take a birthday miracle to dig my way out of it all. Sadly, I do not believe that miracles are very common. It's a bird! No! It's a plane! No! It's Captain Pessimist to the rescue, deflating any chance of dashed hopes!
Well, while I'm talking about worst case scenarios, just in case I never manage to publish anything, I would like to take this chance to thank two people who helped me finish writing my first book. First of all, Ashley read along in chunks as I wrote, and she was a great source of motivation. Secondly, my brother, who causes me general stress and for telling me that my story is "boring". (He had only read the first dozen pages, and later he explained that he may have felt like that due to his resentment at me bullying him into reading it in the first place.) Really though, there's nothing like a nice bit of negative criticism to make me more stubborn!
I'm currently paused in my quest. I'm hoping to get a response on the query that I sent in for critiquing, and in the meantime I'm dealing with the eight hundred other things that are vying for my attention in my personal and work life. My soon to be six year old's birthday is the last day of the month. Her dad will be visiting, and my birthday is the next day. I want to have nothing to do that day, so I'm frantically trying to do EVERYTHING before then. It never works, but it's a nice dream. I can see myself relaxing in a clean house, alone, with absolutely nothing that must be done.
Then back to unpleasant reality. In the real world, I've got tonnes of stuff that I MUST do, and another tonne of things that I SHOULD do. It would take a birthday miracle to dig my way out of it all. Sadly, I do not believe that miracles are very common. It's a bird! No! It's a plane! No! It's Captain Pessimist to the rescue, deflating any chance of dashed hopes!
Well, while I'm talking about worst case scenarios, just in case I never manage to publish anything, I would like to take this chance to thank two people who helped me finish writing my first book. First of all, Ashley read along in chunks as I wrote, and she was a great source of motivation. Secondly, my brother, who causes me general stress and for telling me that my story is "boring". (He had only read the first dozen pages, and later he explained that he may have felt like that due to his resentment at me bullying him into reading it in the first place.) Really though, there's nothing like a nice bit of negative criticism to make me more stubborn!
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