LEAF DAY
The leaves have turned to green again. Hooray!!
Wanna see my view?
Here ya go...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Trees popped
Well, that magical Spring day has finally arrived...
The leaves have turned to green again. Hooray!!
Wanna see my view?
Here ya go...
The leaves have turned to green again. Hooray!!
Wanna see my view?
Here ya go...
Sunday, April 26, 2009
WAY
Our pollen count is WAY up, and my energy level is WAY down, so this is going to be quick and random.
The Craigslist Killer is WAY disturbing news. Have you heard about it? Why so scary for me? Well, I've actually posted there for renters for the other house. Actually, all of the renters for that house have come from CL. Of course, I am a fanatic when I meet prospective renters. If The Man can't be there with me, I take The Boy. He's as big as The Man, and rather intimidating. I also stand at the window, on the phone with The Man, and tell him the license plate number of the car that arrives in my driveway. That way, if I DO get killed, at least The Man can hunt the jerk down!
Eighteen is WAY too young to be in a serious relationship. There is a young lady at my store who is 18. She is involved with a guy that is over 30, with 5 kids. They are currently living with his not-yet-ex-wife. I want to take this baby girl in my arms and tell her that her life could be so much MORE. Of course, she'd think I was crazy, because, as you may recall, at 18 you know EVERYTHING.
The Man is WAY more patient than I deserve. After just returning from a LONG weekend away to New England, I was asked to go to the beach in a few weeks. He was there when I was asked. And while he wasn't jumping for joy at the thought of me escaping again, he didn't say NO either. Really, I think he's trying to reach sainthood. I just pray that nobody tells him he's already destined for that before I get to stick my toes in the ocean. :)
I have gained WAY too much weight recently. With a vicious combination of winter, depression, and working too much, I have managed to not only avoid my slightly overpriced gym, but find my way to a certain coffee house where the baristas are all too happy to serve me a Venti Iced Double shot with 8 pumps of classic, made with soy. I have a feeling that those aren't as low-cal as I was originally led to believe. I need to get back to the gym. Soon.
It is WAY too hot. But after freezing my butt off all winter, I can't even complain.
I am WAY overdue for a cool shower, a tylenol PM, and my pillow.
G'night.
The Craigslist Killer is WAY disturbing news. Have you heard about it? Why so scary for me? Well, I've actually posted there for renters for the other house. Actually, all of the renters for that house have come from CL. Of course, I am a fanatic when I meet prospective renters. If The Man can't be there with me, I take The Boy. He's as big as The Man, and rather intimidating. I also stand at the window, on the phone with The Man, and tell him the license plate number of the car that arrives in my driveway. That way, if I DO get killed, at least The Man can hunt the jerk down!
Eighteen is WAY too young to be in a serious relationship. There is a young lady at my store who is 18. She is involved with a guy that is over 30, with 5 kids. They are currently living with his not-yet-ex-wife. I want to take this baby girl in my arms and tell her that her life could be so much MORE. Of course, she'd think I was crazy, because, as you may recall, at 18 you know EVERYTHING.
The Man is WAY more patient than I deserve. After just returning from a LONG weekend away to New England, I was asked to go to the beach in a few weeks. He was there when I was asked. And while he wasn't jumping for joy at the thought of me escaping again, he didn't say NO either. Really, I think he's trying to reach sainthood. I just pray that nobody tells him he's already destined for that before I get to stick my toes in the ocean. :)
I have gained WAY too much weight recently. With a vicious combination of winter, depression, and working too much, I have managed to not only avoid my slightly overpriced gym, but find my way to a certain coffee house where the baristas are all too happy to serve me a Venti Iced Double shot with 8 pumps of classic, made with soy. I have a feeling that those aren't as low-cal as I was originally led to believe. I need to get back to the gym. Soon.
It is WAY too hot. But after freezing my butt off all winter, I can't even complain.
I am WAY overdue for a cool shower, a tylenol PM, and my pillow.
G'night.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
The Thing about writing is...
I recently returned from one of those magical weekends that some of you will be able to relate to: "The Writer's Weekend". My husband is one of those wonderful men that actually not only support me in my writing (This career of yours will enable me to buy this really cool toy some day!), but also fervently believes in my ability to create entire worlds with just the words that flow, seemingly effortlessly depending on the coffee to wine ratio, from my fingers. So he convinced me that this weekend was just what I needed, encouraged me to go, and even made an Herculean effort to get me to Union Station with enough time to catch the train to New Haven. And I write on the train. The thing about writing is that you need the time to do it, and 5 uninterrupted hours on the train seemed to help.
My very dear friend invited me up for a writing weekend in Cape Cod. So I got to knock out two firsts at once. See, not only had I never been to Cape Cod (home of bee-ah and chow-dah), but I'd also never done a writer's weekend before. Now, that's not to say that i've never gone away with writer's - I have. And it's not to say that i've never gone away to write - as again - I have. But this sort of weekend? Not so much. The thing about writing is that you really need to have a venue, a place, that is conducive to the flowing of those creative juices.
I was invited by an award winning, multiple published author. She also invited another multiple published author, and someone else that just got a contract on her first book. Needless to say, I actually asked "K- what the HELL am I doing being invited to this thing? HOW am I going to contribute? Ohhh Myyyy GAWD!" To which she naturally replied something along the lines of "Stop your bitching and get on the damn train, woman!" And hey, how do you argue with that? The thing about writing is that you occasionally need someone to tell you that you can.
So I went.
And Ohhh Myyy GAWD. To say that I learned a few things would be the ultimate in understatement! The other Multiple Published Author (lets call her MPA for brevity's sake) brought an easel, a flip chart, many markers, assorted sticky note pads, and her game face. She got us on track and ready to do characterization and plot studies in no time. I have my characters fleshed out and my plot actually in place. It makes sense this way, though I've never done it this way before. It may revolutionize those long, hard months that occur between the "I have this idea..." phase and the "I HATE THIS DAMN BOOK" phase. The thing about writing is that you have to have a plan.
After many starts and stops on the train home, I got some things reorganized in my head. I also got a few words on the screen. And it makes sense to me, even when I look at all those color coded sticky notes. But still, it's not the same as being there around those three other AMAZING ladies, with those ideas just pouring out of our mouths. I don't know how I'm going to be able to bring some of those color coded sticky notes to life on my screen without them. But here's the deal:
The Thing about writing is...
you just have to DO it!
My very dear friend invited me up for a writing weekend in Cape Cod. So I got to knock out two firsts at once. See, not only had I never been to Cape Cod (home of bee-ah and chow-dah), but I'd also never done a writer's weekend before. Now, that's not to say that i've never gone away with writer's - I have. And it's not to say that i've never gone away to write - as again - I have. But this sort of weekend? Not so much. The thing about writing is that you really need to have a venue, a place, that is conducive to the flowing of those creative juices.
I was invited by an award winning, multiple published author. She also invited another multiple published author, and someone else that just got a contract on her first book. Needless to say, I actually asked "K- what the HELL am I doing being invited to this thing? HOW am I going to contribute? Ohhh Myyyy GAWD!" To which she naturally replied something along the lines of "Stop your bitching and get on the damn train, woman!" And hey, how do you argue with that? The thing about writing is that you occasionally need someone to tell you that you can.
So I went.
And Ohhh Myyy GAWD. To say that I learned a few things would be the ultimate in understatement! The other Multiple Published Author (lets call her MPA for brevity's sake) brought an easel, a flip chart, many markers, assorted sticky note pads, and her game face. She got us on track and ready to do characterization and plot studies in no time. I have my characters fleshed out and my plot actually in place. It makes sense this way, though I've never done it this way before. It may revolutionize those long, hard months that occur between the "I have this idea..." phase and the "I HATE THIS DAMN BOOK" phase. The thing about writing is that you have to have a plan.
After many starts and stops on the train home, I got some things reorganized in my head. I also got a few words on the screen. And it makes sense to me, even when I look at all those color coded sticky notes. But still, it's not the same as being there around those three other AMAZING ladies, with those ideas just pouring out of our mouths. I don't know how I'm going to be able to bring some of those color coded sticky notes to life on my screen without them. But here's the deal:
The Thing about writing is...
you just have to DO it!
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
I might be MacGyver...
I have this problem that some of you may be familiar with, and I know some of you actually share. You see - I'm a PLEASER. I mean, I live to make people happy.
Well, maybe that isn't putting it exactly right. What I really do, or want to do, is whatever it takes to get a person out of an impossible situation.
It's my specialty, my goal in life. I think I watched too much tv in the 80's and actually grew up believing that "Difficult takes a day. Impossible takes a week." Well that, and that I could really fix anything, especially if I just had enough duct tape. (Not physical anythings, you understand. I mean the figurative "anything"s, like starving children in Africa and World Peace.)
And frankly, it's exhausting.
Just lost your job? I'll get you an interview. Car broke down? I'll loan you mine. Spent all your money on schtuff and now can't pay your bills? I have some extra. Car get towed because of your outstanding fines and driving on a suspended? I'll come pick you up. Sleeping in your car because you've spent all your money on drugs, and your loser ex won't pay for diapers (or food) for your kid and you can't hold a job and neither can your current beau? Move into my basement and I'll take care of everything for 8 months.
Have you done any of those things? If so, you can join the new club I'm starting... it's called the "If you have a sob story that could get Oprah to cry, Dr. Phil to yell, or Jerry Springer to laugh, I am the sucker that will bend over backwards to help you out until you literally suck the last bit of breath from my shriveled body" club. Oh, the name is too long? Ok, how about the "I'm a SUCKER" club.
Because honestly, every single one of those things? Yeah, I was the sucker. And all for the same person.
My problem is that I want to save everyone. Seriously. I sometimes think that I could probably fix every problem in the entire world, if I just had a little more cash, 9 more hours in every day, and a pack of gum, a Swiss army knife and a safety pin (hey, have you ever seen MacGyver? That man could do anything with gum and a safety pin!).
The bigger problem? I try really hard to fix things, but always, and I mean ALWAYS, forget that people are people, and will usually end up disappointing me yet again. Except the blood or legal relatives in my house. And most of you that read this.
I just need to learn when to say ENOUGH.
I've been practicing. I have. I stand in front of the mirror some mornings before heading off to work and say things like "I will not buy anyone food today, except my daughter", or "No matter how many times that person texts me, I am not going to stop off and get them ANYTHING and drop it by their house on my way home".
I actually did it the other day. I was working. When I got off work, I had a text message that said "Could you please buy me cigs and drop them off on your way home tonight? Thanks."
And I actually replied "Sorry. Not today."
I was very proud of myself. And then I had guilt for days.
So how do you say "No" to people? Any suggestions? If so, leave them in the Comments.
Otherwise, leave me your sob story. I'm pretty sure, with just a SA knife and a roll of duct tape, I can fix it.
Well, maybe that isn't putting it exactly right. What I really do, or want to do, is whatever it takes to get a person out of an impossible situation.
It's my specialty, my goal in life. I think I watched too much tv in the 80's and actually grew up believing that "Difficult takes a day. Impossible takes a week." Well that, and that I could really fix anything, especially if I just had enough duct tape. (Not physical anythings, you understand. I mean the figurative "anything"s, like starving children in Africa and World Peace.)
And frankly, it's exhausting.
Just lost your job? I'll get you an interview. Car broke down? I'll loan you mine. Spent all your money on schtuff and now can't pay your bills? I have some extra. Car get towed because of your outstanding fines and driving on a suspended? I'll come pick you up. Sleeping in your car because you've spent all your money on drugs, and your loser ex won't pay for diapers (or food) for your kid and you can't hold a job and neither can your current beau? Move into my basement and I'll take care of everything for 8 months.
Have you done any of those things? If so, you can join the new club I'm starting... it's called the "If you have a sob story that could get Oprah to cry, Dr. Phil to yell, or Jerry Springer to laugh, I am the sucker that will bend over backwards to help you out until you literally suck the last bit of breath from my shriveled body" club. Oh, the name is too long? Ok, how about the "I'm a SUCKER" club.
Because honestly, every single one of those things? Yeah, I was the sucker. And all for the same person.
My problem is that I want to save everyone. Seriously. I sometimes think that I could probably fix every problem in the entire world, if I just had a little more cash, 9 more hours in every day, and a pack of gum, a Swiss army knife and a safety pin (hey, have you ever seen MacGyver? That man could do anything with gum and a safety pin!).
The bigger problem? I try really hard to fix things, but always, and I mean ALWAYS, forget that people are people, and will usually end up disappointing me yet again. Except the blood or legal relatives in my house. And most of you that read this.
I just need to learn when to say ENOUGH.
I've been practicing. I have. I stand in front of the mirror some mornings before heading off to work and say things like "I will not buy anyone food today, except my daughter", or "No matter how many times that person texts me, I am not going to stop off and get them ANYTHING and drop it by their house on my way home".
I actually did it the other day. I was working. When I got off work, I had a text message that said "Could you please buy me cigs and drop them off on your way home tonight? Thanks."
And I actually replied "Sorry. Not today."
I was very proud of myself. And then I had guilt for days.
So how do you say "No" to people? Any suggestions? If so, leave them in the Comments.
Otherwise, leave me your sob story. I'm pretty sure, with just a SA knife and a roll of duct tape, I can fix it.
Monday, April 06, 2009
Yes, I'm still alive.
But barely.
I haven't posted here in months, as you well know. I haven't posted a damn thing over on the book blog either. Not since Nationals last year. Not since I left San Francisco.
Why?
Well, life just sucks you up sometimes. Then when it gets done - it spits you out. That's how I've felt for a bit... well, months, actually.
But hiding out from friends, the people that actually give a damn about how I am doing? Not really the answer. So I'm back.
Quick recap on life over the past 8 or so months...
RWA Nationals was FABULOUS! I haven't had so much fun in ages. I shared a room with Kristan Higgins, and it was truly one of the best weeks I've ever had. I had a great agent appointment, I went to the HQN party, I almost got killed in a cab. It left me refreshed and oh so excited about writing again. Then I came home.
My Grams was diagnosed with lung cancer. She didn't tell me. Actually, I didn't find out until Gret's b-day, when I called to let Gret talk to her. Her phone was disconnected, but I'd just spoken with her a week earlier. I called my cousin and he told me that she'd been diagnosed and her oldest daughter had taken her from Oklahoma to Louisiana for treatments and - get this - surgery to remove half her lung on my birthday. I called the hospital and was told that she didn't want to speak to me. I tried for days, and finally the other aunt called me and screamed obscenities at me over the phone, telling me I was horrible, etc. It was a rough time, and it didn't end well. I spoke with Grams only briefly, once over the summer, then didn't hear from her for months.
I left my job in NoVa and came back to the store where I started. Such drama in that move, and I don't want to go into it all. It was rough to leave, and harder to come back here, but it's all worked out for the best. My new boss is AMAZING. I totally love this man - he's got a training background, treats me like a peer, respects my opinion, and doesn't go ballistic when I turn into a Mama Bear regarding one of my new hires.
I finished my book, ALMOST SOUTHERN. Oh yes I did. I finished the damn thing and then tossed it under the bed. I would have buried it in the backyard if I didn't think the dogs would dig it up and leave it as a gift for me on the front porch. Please don't ask me to send it to you, because really? I HATE THAT DAMN BOOK WITH A PASSION, and every time someone asks about it - I want to vomit. I know I'll feel better about it some day. I know I will. But right now? yeah, please don't mention it.
My kids grew. A lot.
Christmas came. And went.
My Grams passed away. Ohmygawd, I can't believe I'm actually saying it. But she did. And it hurts. Really bad. Backtracking a little, evil aunt did call and tell me to bring the wee ones to Louisiana immediatly. So I literally left work, drove straight home, packed a bag, loaded them up, and drove 26 hours straight to get there. We were there over New Year's and it was nice. I thought it was a great visit. Grams was doing good, considering. But it was hard to see her. She just didn't look like herself, she was disoriented, she didn't know me. Rough times. But it seemed to be good with Evil Aunt. Then Grams passed away 10 days after we left, and all hell broke loose again. We were explicitly told by the Truly Awful Aunt that if we showed up for the funeral, she would call the cops and try to have me arrested. It was High Southern Drama, of course. This stems from my mother being the baby of the family, and the older two daughters being very jealous. So when my momma passed away, they just transferred all of their vicious hate and blackheartedness to me. Now keep in mind that I've been here in Virginia for over a decade. They live in Louisiana and Texas, while Grams was in Oklahoma. I drove out to visit Grams at least 2-3 times every year, taking the wee ones on that trek very often. Neither of them visited her since my momma passed away in 2001. I'd gone out there 14 times. I took care of everything from calling the plumber to renewing her car tags to calling the DirecTv people for her, and ordering her meds online, etc. That was my momma's job, and I just took it over when she passed away. I loved my Grams, y'all know that. She was all I had left of my family, at least the women, and it meant so much to me to have her in my life.
So did I do a slow spiral into that long dark tea time... ummm... why yes, I did. And it's been a struggle and a climb to get back from there. I just have SO MUCH ANGER in me, and I don't know what to do about it. I basically quit everything - quit checking my blogs, quit writing, quit reading, if you can believe that (well, except for Kristan's newest book - which was FABulous!! btw). Gained a ton of weight. Grew bitter. Ack. Sounds like a soap eh? Or maybe one of those cheesy Lifetime movies.
This is part of my therapy. I'm trying to ease back into life again. I will make myself blog. It might not be pretty. I doubt I can pull off those happy ray of sunshine up the ass posts I used to be able to manage. It might get dark and dismal. And I am definitely going to change my colors from pink to something else. But I will be blogging. At least here. I don't know if I'll go back to the book blog again. After all of the crap with that last year, I just don't have the heart for it anymore. Maybe I'll go back to doing those posts over here. We'll see.
But the point is - I'll be here. As often as possible. Except next week. I'm heading out of town to Cape Cod, for a writer's weekend. I'll be thinking of every last one of you while I'm there.
Oh yeah - one other thing...
I've already started my new book. And it is SO MUCH BETTER than that other one. I may post a scene here soon.
Thanks for hanging in here with me!
I haven't posted here in months, as you well know. I haven't posted a damn thing over on the book blog either. Not since Nationals last year. Not since I left San Francisco.
Why?
Well, life just sucks you up sometimes. Then when it gets done - it spits you out. That's how I've felt for a bit... well, months, actually.
But hiding out from friends, the people that actually give a damn about how I am doing? Not really the answer. So I'm back.
Quick recap on life over the past 8 or so months...
RWA Nationals was FABULOUS! I haven't had so much fun in ages. I shared a room with Kristan Higgins, and it was truly one of the best weeks I've ever had. I had a great agent appointment, I went to the HQN party, I almost got killed in a cab. It left me refreshed and oh so excited about writing again. Then I came home.
My Grams was diagnosed with lung cancer. She didn't tell me. Actually, I didn't find out until Gret's b-day, when I called to let Gret talk to her. Her phone was disconnected, but I'd just spoken with her a week earlier. I called my cousin and he told me that she'd been diagnosed and her oldest daughter had taken her from Oklahoma to Louisiana for treatments and - get this - surgery to remove half her lung on my birthday. I called the hospital and was told that she didn't want to speak to me. I tried for days, and finally the other aunt called me and screamed obscenities at me over the phone, telling me I was horrible, etc. It was a rough time, and it didn't end well. I spoke with Grams only briefly, once over the summer, then didn't hear from her for months.
I left my job in NoVa and came back to the store where I started. Such drama in that move, and I don't want to go into it all. It was rough to leave, and harder to come back here, but it's all worked out for the best. My new boss is AMAZING. I totally love this man - he's got a training background, treats me like a peer, respects my opinion, and doesn't go ballistic when I turn into a Mama Bear regarding one of my new hires.
I finished my book, ALMOST SOUTHERN. Oh yes I did. I finished the damn thing and then tossed it under the bed. I would have buried it in the backyard if I didn't think the dogs would dig it up and leave it as a gift for me on the front porch. Please don't ask me to send it to you, because really? I HATE THAT DAMN BOOK WITH A PASSION, and every time someone asks about it - I want to vomit. I know I'll feel better about it some day. I know I will. But right now? yeah, please don't mention it.
My kids grew. A lot.
Christmas came. And went.
My Grams passed away. Ohmygawd, I can't believe I'm actually saying it. But she did. And it hurts. Really bad. Backtracking a little, evil aunt did call and tell me to bring the wee ones to Louisiana immediatly. So I literally left work, drove straight home, packed a bag, loaded them up, and drove 26 hours straight to get there. We were there over New Year's and it was nice. I thought it was a great visit. Grams was doing good, considering. But it was hard to see her. She just didn't look like herself, she was disoriented, she didn't know me. Rough times. But it seemed to be good with Evil Aunt. Then Grams passed away 10 days after we left, and all hell broke loose again. We were explicitly told by the Truly Awful Aunt that if we showed up for the funeral, she would call the cops and try to have me arrested. It was High Southern Drama, of course. This stems from my mother being the baby of the family, and the older two daughters being very jealous. So when my momma passed away, they just transferred all of their vicious hate and blackheartedness to me. Now keep in mind that I've been here in Virginia for over a decade. They live in Louisiana and Texas, while Grams was in Oklahoma. I drove out to visit Grams at least 2-3 times every year, taking the wee ones on that trek very often. Neither of them visited her since my momma passed away in 2001. I'd gone out there 14 times. I took care of everything from calling the plumber to renewing her car tags to calling the DirecTv people for her, and ordering her meds online, etc. That was my momma's job, and I just took it over when she passed away. I loved my Grams, y'all know that. She was all I had left of my family, at least the women, and it meant so much to me to have her in my life.
So did I do a slow spiral into that long dark tea time... ummm... why yes, I did. And it's been a struggle and a climb to get back from there. I just have SO MUCH ANGER in me, and I don't know what to do about it. I basically quit everything - quit checking my blogs, quit writing, quit reading, if you can believe that (well, except for Kristan's newest book - which was FABulous!! btw). Gained a ton of weight. Grew bitter. Ack. Sounds like a soap eh? Or maybe one of those cheesy Lifetime movies.
This is part of my therapy. I'm trying to ease back into life again. I will make myself blog. It might not be pretty. I doubt I can pull off those happy ray of sunshine up the ass posts I used to be able to manage. It might get dark and dismal. And I am definitely going to change my colors from pink to something else. But I will be blogging. At least here. I don't know if I'll go back to the book blog again. After all of the crap with that last year, I just don't have the heart for it anymore. Maybe I'll go back to doing those posts over here. We'll see.
But the point is - I'll be here. As often as possible. Except next week. I'm heading out of town to Cape Cod, for a writer's weekend. I'll be thinking of every last one of you while I'm there.
Oh yeah - one other thing...
I've already started my new book. And it is SO MUCH BETTER than that other one. I may post a scene here soon.
Thanks for hanging in here with me!
Monday, July 28, 2008
An e-mail I just sent out...
Some thoughts, before I head out to SanFran and Nationals...
Is it really tomorrow that we are going to be AWAY?
Can I possibly wait that long?
Will my kids actually eat the food that I bought, or will Dad just order pizza for five straight days? And does it really matter?
Should I bring comfy shoes, or the FMPs?
How many purses will fit in my suitcase?
Is there a limit on the amount of chocolate I'm allowed to buy and mail from Ghirardelli's?
Was I right to go with RED for my nails?
Why can't they do the agent appointments on Tuesday, so my stomach might actually calm down and be ok for the rest of the conference?
What kind of speech does my roomie have for when she wins her award?
Is it possible for my butt to look any bigger in my favorite capris?
How strict are the airlines on the size of a carry-on?
Will I have to UPS my clothes home to make room for all of the books again this year?
Why does my flight leave before the sun even wakes up?
Do I really plan on sleeping tonight?
Is it really TOMORROW that we are going to be away?!?
These are just a few of the questions screaming through my mind right now.
What's going through yours?
Is it really tomorrow that we are going to be AWAY?
Can I possibly wait that long?
Will my kids actually eat the food that I bought, or will Dad just order pizza for five straight days? And does it really matter?
Should I bring comfy shoes, or the FMPs?
How many purses will fit in my suitcase?
Is there a limit on the amount of chocolate I'm allowed to buy and mail from Ghirardelli's?
Was I right to go with RED for my nails?
Why can't they do the agent appointments on Tuesday, so my stomach might actually calm down and be ok for the rest of the conference?
What kind of speech does my roomie have for when she wins her award?
Is it possible for my butt to look any bigger in my favorite capris?
How strict are the airlines on the size of a carry-on?
Will I have to UPS my clothes home to make room for all of the books again this year?
Why does my flight leave before the sun even wakes up?
Do I really plan on sleeping tonight?
Is it really TOMORROW that we are going to be away?!?
These are just a few of the questions screaming through my mind right now.
What's going through yours?
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Southern, real-life drama. Of course.
Half the summer is gone. Go figure. Here are a few highlights...
I helped organize a wedding reception for a friend of mine. It was amazing, and I had a blast. If I ever decide to give up the Training Coordinator job, I might just become a Wedding Planner.
The kids went off to, and came home from, camp. To try to describe some of the changes that camp wrought in them is just too complex. Suffice it to say that it was life-altering for my oldest two, and just plain fun for the middle two.
I took a few days off of work to spend with the wee ones, as they were too young to attend camp. My goodness, but they can be exhausting. There was not a single day that we didn't GO. We met Shane in DC one afternoon, walked around Chinatown, had dinner at Hard Rock, then saw the WWII Memorial. We went swimming. We had girl's day, complete with mani's and pedi's and lunch with our friend Hannah. They went to work with me for a few hours and got SPOILED by my staff. We went to DC and saw the fireworks on the National Mall on the 4th (totally spectacular, btw!). I felt like the Energizer bunny, going, and Going, and GOING!!!
I had a birthday.
Gret turned Sweet Sixteen. (please see THIS post for more info on that...)
I found out that my dear sweet Grams has lung cancer. This is where the 'Southern drama' comes in. She's had a surgery already, and there will probably be more to follow. She was taken from her home in Oklahoma to a hospital in Louisiana by my mother's sisters. I found out quite by accident. She evidently didn't want me to know anything about the cancer, or the surgery, or anything. If I hadn't called her home to find the number disconnected, I might not have known so fast. Of course, I call her every few weeks, so I was bound to find out eventually. But still, you'd think SOMEONE would have told me, at some point, right?
Not so in my family. And there's the drama. Like something straight out of a Southern fiction novel, my family has it's own version of a long-standing feud. It started oh so many years ago, between my own mother (the baby of three girls), and her two older sisters. I don't know how, or why, exactly, it began, but it did. And it lasted until the very day of my mother's death. And then it kept right on going. How does a feud last beyond the grave? Well, in some families, the hatred and animosity gets transferred straight to the oldest (or in this case - only) daughter.
So finding out that my Grams, who happens to have had more a hand in raising me than my own mother sometimes, is not only ill, but also being cared for by my mother's sisters, well, it was HARD. Because they just don't like me. At all. Because I happen to be the daughter of my mother. Not because of things that I've done, mind you. Just because of who I am. And the feeling has been pretty mutual since my mother's death, because of some really tactless and cruel things they said about my mother mere hours after she died. And things they have said about me in the years since then.
What am I doing about it? Well, I'm planning a few trips to see my Grams, of course.
And I'm writing.
Because honestly, I can't think of a single thing except how great of a story this would make. I mean, it's so freakin' crazy that nobody would ever believe it's true. But it is.
Of course, some names will be changed to protect the innocent.
But the guilty? Oh heck, let them try to protect themselves!
ps- In case you were wondering, this means NO NATS for me. I'm SO sad about this, as I was really looking forward to rooming with my friend Kristan and being her date at some really FAB parties, and cheering her on when she wins her RITA award. But she has been very understanding about everything. However, if any of you out there needs a roomie in SanFran, please get in touch with me quick and maybe I can hook you up!
I helped organize a wedding reception for a friend of mine. It was amazing, and I had a blast. If I ever decide to give up the Training Coordinator job, I might just become a Wedding Planner.
The kids went off to, and came home from, camp. To try to describe some of the changes that camp wrought in them is just too complex. Suffice it to say that it was life-altering for my oldest two, and just plain fun for the middle two.
I took a few days off of work to spend with the wee ones, as they were too young to attend camp. My goodness, but they can be exhausting. There was not a single day that we didn't GO. We met Shane in DC one afternoon, walked around Chinatown, had dinner at Hard Rock, then saw the WWII Memorial. We went swimming. We had girl's day, complete with mani's and pedi's and lunch with our friend Hannah. They went to work with me for a few hours and got SPOILED by my staff. We went to DC and saw the fireworks on the National Mall on the 4th (totally spectacular, btw!). I felt like the Energizer bunny, going, and Going, and GOING!!!
I had a birthday.
Gret turned Sweet Sixteen. (please see THIS post for more info on that...)
I found out that my dear sweet Grams has lung cancer. This is where the 'Southern drama' comes in. She's had a surgery already, and there will probably be more to follow. She was taken from her home in Oklahoma to a hospital in Louisiana by my mother's sisters. I found out quite by accident. She evidently didn't want me to know anything about the cancer, or the surgery, or anything. If I hadn't called her home to find the number disconnected, I might not have known so fast. Of course, I call her every few weeks, so I was bound to find out eventually. But still, you'd think SOMEONE would have told me, at some point, right?
Not so in my family. And there's the drama. Like something straight out of a Southern fiction novel, my family has it's own version of a long-standing feud. It started oh so many years ago, between my own mother (the baby of three girls), and her two older sisters. I don't know how, or why, exactly, it began, but it did. And it lasted until the very day of my mother's death. And then it kept right on going. How does a feud last beyond the grave? Well, in some families, the hatred and animosity gets transferred straight to the oldest (or in this case - only) daughter.
So finding out that my Grams, who happens to have had more a hand in raising me than my own mother sometimes, is not only ill, but also being cared for by my mother's sisters, well, it was HARD. Because they just don't like me. At all. Because I happen to be the daughter of my mother. Not because of things that I've done, mind you. Just because of who I am. And the feeling has been pretty mutual since my mother's death, because of some really tactless and cruel things they said about my mother mere hours after she died. And things they have said about me in the years since then.
What am I doing about it? Well, I'm planning a few trips to see my Grams, of course.
And I'm writing.
Because honestly, I can't think of a single thing except how great of a story this would make. I mean, it's so freakin' crazy that nobody would ever believe it's true. But it is.
Of course, some names will be changed to protect the innocent.
But the guilty? Oh heck, let them try to protect themselves!
ps- In case you were wondering, this means NO NATS for me. I'm SO sad about this, as I was really looking forward to rooming with my friend Kristan and being her date at some really FAB parties, and cheering her on when she wins her RITA award. But she has been very understanding about everything. However, if any of you out there needs a roomie in SanFran, please get in touch with me quick and maybe I can hook you up!
Friday, July 11, 2008
You're Invited to a PARTY!!!
Family, friends, and assorted others (you know who you are)...
As most of you are well aware, our very own Gretchen Kay has just reached the milestone birthday of Sweet Sixteen (and never been kissed... at least she better not have been!!). We celebrated this auspicious event on Wednesday, with gelatto (served by very adorable Italian guys, that's a whole other story) and a day of window shopping in our little 'burg, followed by some quality time at an amazing indie bookstore. Gret's dear friend Rachel was on hand for the event, and a good time was had by all.
Alas, we missed having many of you with us. So...
We're having a Party. That's a party, with a capital "P", mind you. Because, well, Sweet Sixteen just deserves something big, and fun, and filled with family and friends (and you others, as well!).
We'd like for you to join us for a not-so-secret celebration of the past sixteen years of Gret's life. Here are all the deets:
Date - Saturday, July 26, 2008
Time - 4 of the clock in the afternoon, until I decide I've seen enough of your smiling faces and make you leave (unless you are spending the night, but that is a VERY short list, so don't even ask!)
Where - here, at our currently un-air-conditioned sprawling home in Woodford, Virginia (e-mail me for the address - in case you want to googlemap us)
What to bring - just your beautiful selves, unless of course you have some fabulous signature dish - I'll gladly accept any donations of fabulous dishes
You might be thinking that you (or those other people you may currently dwell with) are too advanced in your years, or too wee tiny, to have any fun at this event. Let me assure you that this is not the case. There will be a paint ball war in the afternoon, as well as squirt guns for the wee ones. We will have a small pool set up for little people as well. We'll be cooking food outside of the house in the early evening, for your dining enjoyment (this is where your special dish will be appreciated, if you have a special dish, but it's not by any means a requirement of attendance!). We will also have a bonfire, complete with marshmallows and s'mores, when the sun starts heading home for the day.
While planning this event, and the corresponding guest list, Gretchen was adamant about including all of the people that she knows, from all different periods of her life. For some reason, YOU are included in that list. You may, like Becky and her daughter Jess, have been there at the very beginning, while she was still bruising my ribs in utero. You may have, like Kelly, baked a cake for her second birthday. You may have, like Bill and his kids, encountered her while we lived in The Bug House in Virginia Beach. You may have met her, like Steve and Mary Jo, within days of her arrival in King George. You may be, like Rachel and Kelsey and Rissa and Kalie and Angela and Amanda and Mallory and Courtney, very good friends of her now. You may fall, like Ron and JoAnn and Heather and Andy and Tim and Alison, into the Family category. Or YOU may be somewhere in between. Regardless, you have been a part of her life, and she'd love to see you on this special day.
Please RSVP to me by the 23rd of July, so that I can be sure to have enough food to feed you all. You can e-mail me back, or you can send me a text message. If you don't know my number, I'm really surprised you're reading this!
We hope to see you all there. Yes, all of you. Even you, sitting over there in the corner shaking your head in disbelief at the fact that she's actually SIXTEEN. (ohmigosh! I can't believe how old that makes ME!!)
hugs,
dee
PS- the only part of this that is a !SURPRISE! is that I'd like for all of you to e-mail me any pics that you have of our almost adult young lady. I'd like to do a video montage of her, covering the years from her birth to now (yeah, I know, that's her whole life. That's kinda the point.) If you have pics of you WITH her, that's even better, but any pics of her will be wonderful. Please e-mail those to me as soon as you can.
As most of you are well aware, our very own Gretchen Kay has just reached the milestone birthday of Sweet Sixteen (and never been kissed... at least she better not have been!!). We celebrated this auspicious event on Wednesday, with gelatto (served by very adorable Italian guys, that's a whole other story) and a day of window shopping in our little 'burg, followed by some quality time at an amazing indie bookstore. Gret's dear friend Rachel was on hand for the event, and a good time was had by all.
Alas, we missed having many of you with us. So...
We're having a Party. That's a party, with a capital "P", mind you. Because, well, Sweet Sixteen just deserves something big, and fun, and filled with family and friends (and you others, as well!).
We'd like for you to join us for a not-so-secret celebration of the past sixteen years of Gret's life. Here are all the deets:
Date - Saturday, July 26, 2008
Time - 4 of the clock in the afternoon, until I decide I've seen enough of your smiling faces and make you leave (unless you are spending the night, but that is a VERY short list, so don't even ask!)
Where - here, at our currently un-air-conditioned sprawling home in Woodford, Virginia (e-mail me for the address - in case you want to googlemap us)
What to bring - just your beautiful selves, unless of course you have some fabulous signature dish - I'll gladly accept any donations of fabulous dishes
You might be thinking that you (or those other people you may currently dwell with) are too advanced in your years, or too wee tiny, to have any fun at this event. Let me assure you that this is not the case. There will be a paint ball war in the afternoon, as well as squirt guns for the wee ones. We will have a small pool set up for little people as well. We'll be cooking food outside of the house in the early evening, for your dining enjoyment (this is where your special dish will be appreciated, if you have a special dish, but it's not by any means a requirement of attendance!). We will also have a bonfire, complete with marshmallows and s'mores, when the sun starts heading home for the day.
While planning this event, and the corresponding guest list, Gretchen was adamant about including all of the people that she knows, from all different periods of her life. For some reason, YOU are included in that list. You may, like Becky and her daughter Jess, have been there at the very beginning, while she was still bruising my ribs in utero. You may have, like Kelly, baked a cake for her second birthday. You may have, like Bill and his kids, encountered her while we lived in The Bug House in Virginia Beach. You may have met her, like Steve and Mary Jo, within days of her arrival in King George. You may be, like Rachel and Kelsey and Rissa and Kalie and Angela and Amanda and Mallory and Courtney, very good friends of her now. You may fall, like Ron and JoAnn and Heather and Andy and Tim and Alison, into the Family category. Or YOU may be somewhere in between. Regardless, you have been a part of her life, and she'd love to see you on this special day.
Please RSVP to me by the 23rd of July, so that I can be sure to have enough food to feed you all. You can e-mail me back, or you can send me a text message. If you don't know my number, I'm really surprised you're reading this!
We hope to see you all there. Yes, all of you. Even you, sitting over there in the corner shaking your head in disbelief at the fact that she's actually SIXTEEN. (ohmigosh! I can't believe how old that makes ME!!)
hugs,
dee
PS- the only part of this that is a !SURPRISE! is that I'd like for all of you to e-mail me any pics that you have of our almost adult young lady. I'd like to do a video montage of her, covering the years from her birth to now (yeah, I know, that's her whole life. That's kinda the point.) If you have pics of you WITH her, that's even better, but any pics of her will be wonderful. Please e-mail those to me as soon as you can.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
The answer is: Six
So, what's the question?
Perhaps it is:
How many girls are in my Sunday School class?
or maybe:
How many children are living in my house?
or possibly it's:
How old was my baby, before her last birthday?
it could also be:
How many months has it been since I've blogged?
Well, regardless of the question, the answer remains. Six.
I can hardly believe it.
Yes, I'm teaching Sunday School now. I'm teaching with two other women, two totally amazing women, and it's really great. We are teaching girls in grades 7-9. That means that these young ladies are between 12 and 14 years old. It gets interesting in class some mornings, especially considering that one of them is the best friend of my oldest son, one of them is "liked" by my oldest son, and one of them has a HUGE crush on my oldest son. Which is all very strange for me, as the mother of my oldest son, let me assure you. I mean, this is the boy who refused to bathe unless bribed. The same boy who ate worms just to gross out his sisters' friends. And the girls in my class are just ga-ga over him. Go figure.
My babies are growing like nobody's business, and all are still living at home. For at least another few years. Unless the oldest decides to run away and join a rock band. Thankfully, she's not so musically inclined, so I think I have them all for at a little while longer.
The youngest, that darling child that I blogged about last year, is now a year older. It still doesn't seem quite right, I tell ya.
And now I've blogged again.
Hopefully, it won't be another six months before the next blog entry.
More to come...
Perhaps it is:
How many girls are in my Sunday School class?
or maybe:
How many children are living in my house?
or possibly it's:
How old was my baby, before her last birthday?
it could also be:
How many months has it been since I've blogged?
Well, regardless of the question, the answer remains. Six.
I can hardly believe it.
Yes, I'm teaching Sunday School now. I'm teaching with two other women, two totally amazing women, and it's really great. We are teaching girls in grades 7-9. That means that these young ladies are between 12 and 14 years old. It gets interesting in class some mornings, especially considering that one of them is the best friend of my oldest son, one of them is "liked" by my oldest son, and one of them has a HUGE crush on my oldest son. Which is all very strange for me, as the mother of my oldest son, let me assure you. I mean, this is the boy who refused to bathe unless bribed. The same boy who ate worms just to gross out his sisters' friends. And the girls in my class are just ga-ga over him. Go figure.
My babies are growing like nobody's business, and all are still living at home. For at least another few years. Unless the oldest decides to run away and join a rock band. Thankfully, she's not so musically inclined, so I think I have them all for at a little while longer.
The youngest, that darling child that I blogged about last year, is now a year older. It still doesn't seem quite right, I tell ya.
And now I've blogged again.
Hopefully, it won't be another six months before the next blog entry.
More to come...
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
What's new with you?
Does it really feel like it's almost Christmas? Not to me!
I have to say though, I'm not such a Scrooge this year. Much better than last year.
But I have been a blogging slacker. I'd like to say that it's because nothing has been going on, but the truth is that there has just been so MUCH this year, I haven't really had the time to keep up with the blog. Horrible, I know, since I was really good at it last year. But then again, last year just seemed... slower.
The kids are growing like weeds in June, but I'm working more than any 'stay at home' mom should work. I think that technically I'm not a SAHM anymore, because, well, I'm at work all the darned time. These things happen when you take a full time job, yes?
The blog isn't the only writing that I haven't been doing. My book, ALMOST SOUTHERN, that is 'almost' finished, has come to a halt. No, the story didn't stop working. No, the characters didn't stop talking. I just have decided not to write, right now. I've got a lot of things going on, and trying to balance the writing with the job with the church obligations, and still manage to be a halfway sane mom and a semi-decent wife was not working. Since I can't get rid of the job right now, and the kids and The Man seem to be sticking around, the writing is the thing that needs to take a back seat. this is not a FOREVER quit. It's just an indefinite hold. I've got to catch back up with the rest of my life, so that I can finesse the story's end and get it sent off. So if you're wondering about prayer requests for me - that's the one. Pray that my life settles enough for me to be able to write again. Because frankly, I miss it like crazy.
Christmas is just a few days away, and with that comes... the month of EVERYTHING. We celebrated our anniversary earlier this month. Still can't believe we've been married more than five years. Shane's birthday was last Friday. I took him HERE, and HERE. It was a double birthday/anniversary celebration, NO KIDS ALLOWED. Oh bliss! Second Girl Child has her birthday on Friday. We're taking her to a Japanese Steakhouse and to see a movie. Oldest Boy Child has a birthday on Christmas Eve. He will be a teenager. My heart catches when I think about that. I just don't feel old enough to have TWO teenaged children. Very bizarre.
My Great Uncle Bill passed away this past Saturday. Yes, another hard loss. I'm internalizing this one, as none of my immediate family knew him all that well. I, however, have very fond memories of him from childhood, so the past few days have been spent thinking about him and the things he said and did when I was a wee one. I also ache for his wife, my sweet Aunt Doris, truly one of the kindest women that I know. They were married for 49 years this past October. Now he's gone. That's just so hard to fathom. Please keep her in your prayers as well, along with the rest of my family out in Oklahoma. This is a very hard loss for all of them.
Have a safe and happy Christmas. Grab your loved ones and hold on tight to them, ok? Don't forget to share all of that love in your heart. "Here today, gone tomorrow" isn't just a saying. It's the truth. And sometimes, tomorrow gets here a lot sooner that you ever thought it would. Don't let a single opportunity to express that love pass you by.
Hugs to everyone!
I have to say though, I'm not such a Scrooge this year. Much better than last year.
But I have been a blogging slacker. I'd like to say that it's because nothing has been going on, but the truth is that there has just been so MUCH this year, I haven't really had the time to keep up with the blog. Horrible, I know, since I was really good at it last year. But then again, last year just seemed... slower.
The kids are growing like weeds in June, but I'm working more than any 'stay at home' mom should work. I think that technically I'm not a SAHM anymore, because, well, I'm at work all the darned time. These things happen when you take a full time job, yes?
The blog isn't the only writing that I haven't been doing. My book, ALMOST SOUTHERN, that is 'almost' finished, has come to a halt. No, the story didn't stop working. No, the characters didn't stop talking. I just have decided not to write, right now. I've got a lot of things going on, and trying to balance the writing with the job with the church obligations, and still manage to be a halfway sane mom and a semi-decent wife was not working. Since I can't get rid of the job right now, and the kids and The Man seem to be sticking around, the writing is the thing that needs to take a back seat. this is not a FOREVER quit. It's just an indefinite hold. I've got to catch back up with the rest of my life, so that I can finesse the story's end and get it sent off. So if you're wondering about prayer requests for me - that's the one. Pray that my life settles enough for me to be able to write again. Because frankly, I miss it like crazy.
Christmas is just a few days away, and with that comes... the month of EVERYTHING. We celebrated our anniversary earlier this month. Still can't believe we've been married more than five years. Shane's birthday was last Friday. I took him HERE, and HERE. It was a double birthday/anniversary celebration, NO KIDS ALLOWED. Oh bliss! Second Girl Child has her birthday on Friday. We're taking her to a Japanese Steakhouse and to see a movie. Oldest Boy Child has a birthday on Christmas Eve. He will be a teenager. My heart catches when I think about that. I just don't feel old enough to have TWO teenaged children. Very bizarre.
My Great Uncle Bill passed away this past Saturday. Yes, another hard loss. I'm internalizing this one, as none of my immediate family knew him all that well. I, however, have very fond memories of him from childhood, so the past few days have been spent thinking about him and the things he said and did when I was a wee one. I also ache for his wife, my sweet Aunt Doris, truly one of the kindest women that I know. They were married for 49 years this past October. Now he's gone. That's just so hard to fathom. Please keep her in your prayers as well, along with the rest of my family out in Oklahoma. This is a very hard loss for all of them.
Have a safe and happy Christmas. Grab your loved ones and hold on tight to them, ok? Don't forget to share all of that love in your heart. "Here today, gone tomorrow" isn't just a saying. It's the truth. And sometimes, tomorrow gets here a lot sooner that you ever thought it would. Don't let a single opportunity to express that love pass you by.
Hugs to everyone!
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Updates
Yeah, I know I haven't blogged in months. Yeah, I know you have no idea what's been going on in my life. Yeah, I know that's bad. SO here you go... updates since last I blogged.
I got home from Nationals and a very good friend passed away the very next day. Then I got a call from one of my very best friends asking me to be there when her child was born. So, I drove to PA to be there for the birth, then drove home to attend the funeral. I still managed to log 48 hours of work that week.
I started a new job. It's full time. I'm doing training for the same company I worked for earlier this year. Did I mention it's full time? And an hours drive from my house? The kids are NOT happy about this, but they're adjusting.
My brother and niece came from New Orleans to visit. We spent time here, and also went to Virginia Beach. It was a blast, and I'm looking forward to their visit next year.
I wrote like a maniac and managed to come "this close" to finishing ALMOST SOUTHERN. Seriously, I have tweaks to do, but other than that, it's done.
I started a new book for National Novel Writer's Month (NaNoWriMo) a few days ago. ALMOST SOUTHERN is actually a product of my NaNo efforts from last year, so hopefully this year will be productive as well.
My husband got a promotion at work. He now works many more hours than he's home. I enjoy the raise, but hate the time he's gone.
My husband also had his college graduation. We had a party at our house for this auspicious event. My in-laws attended, as did many other people. It was grand.
My children continue to grow like weeds. Oldest girl child is a beautiful young woman. Oldest boy child is taller than me. I think he's stronger too, but I'd never tell him that. Next oldest girl child is blossoming. I hate it. Youngest boy child continues to be the one that makes me laugh. Second youngest girl child ha become a voracious reader. (YAY!) The baby is still the baby, even though she's that one number that's one more than five. Some things never change. Thank God.
I've had some personal setbacks, of course...
I seriously thought I was have a split from reality towards the end of the summer. Thankfully, a friend stepped in and invited me and my fam to her getaway house on the Chesapeake Bay. She will never know what her kindness meant to me, nor will she ever fully realize how close I was to having a meltdown before she stepped in. To Robin, I am eternally thankful.
I was able to attend a gathering of some of the best people on this planet in Dayton, Ohio. Yes, I said Ohio. I met about 15 other writer and reader friends (also known as CHERRY BOMBS) in Dayton, to attend the signing of AGNES AND THE HITMAN by Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer. Jenny and Bob hung out with us at The Cheesecake Factory before the event. We all stayed up way late after the event. Oldest Girl Child attended as well. It was one of the best times I've had this year.
I have a friend that is going through some physical problems right now. She's been very silent about them, dealing with most things on her own. She's in my thoughts constantly, and in my prayers daily. She's one of my Hero People, and she doesn't even know it.
I lost a friend recently. To cancer. I hate cancer. It's been around me way too much. This death hit me hard, possibly because it's the third death this year, more likely because the person that died was such an amazing inspiration to so many people. Margaret will be missed.
So, really, not too much going on here. That's why I've been so silent.
I have been keeping up (kind of) over on the book review blog. Right now, we're running a contest. Check it out.
I'll try to be better about updating at least once a week. However, with NaNo, you just never know. And for the Ohio contingent that checks in here (the ones from Dayton AND the ones in my family), I will try to post pictures of the kids soon.
Hope this was enough info for you all.
I got home from Nationals and a very good friend passed away the very next day. Then I got a call from one of my very best friends asking me to be there when her child was born. So, I drove to PA to be there for the birth, then drove home to attend the funeral. I still managed to log 48 hours of work that week.
I started a new job. It's full time. I'm doing training for the same company I worked for earlier this year. Did I mention it's full time? And an hours drive from my house? The kids are NOT happy about this, but they're adjusting.
My brother and niece came from New Orleans to visit. We spent time here, and also went to Virginia Beach. It was a blast, and I'm looking forward to their visit next year.
I wrote like a maniac and managed to come "this close" to finishing ALMOST SOUTHERN. Seriously, I have tweaks to do, but other than that, it's done.
I started a new book for National Novel Writer's Month (NaNoWriMo) a few days ago. ALMOST SOUTHERN is actually a product of my NaNo efforts from last year, so hopefully this year will be productive as well.
My husband got a promotion at work. He now works many more hours than he's home. I enjoy the raise, but hate the time he's gone.
My husband also had his college graduation. We had a party at our house for this auspicious event. My in-laws attended, as did many other people. It was grand.
My children continue to grow like weeds. Oldest girl child is a beautiful young woman. Oldest boy child is taller than me. I think he's stronger too, but I'd never tell him that. Next oldest girl child is blossoming. I hate it. Youngest boy child continues to be the one that makes me laugh. Second youngest girl child ha become a voracious reader. (YAY!) The baby is still the baby, even though she's that one number that's one more than five. Some things never change. Thank God.
I've had some personal setbacks, of course...
I seriously thought I was have a split from reality towards the end of the summer. Thankfully, a friend stepped in and invited me and my fam to her getaway house on the Chesapeake Bay. She will never know what her kindness meant to me, nor will she ever fully realize how close I was to having a meltdown before she stepped in. To Robin, I am eternally thankful.
I was able to attend a gathering of some of the best people on this planet in Dayton, Ohio. Yes, I said Ohio. I met about 15 other writer and reader friends (also known as CHERRY BOMBS) in Dayton, to attend the signing of AGNES AND THE HITMAN by Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer. Jenny and Bob hung out with us at The Cheesecake Factory before the event. We all stayed up way late after the event. Oldest Girl Child attended as well. It was one of the best times I've had this year.
I have a friend that is going through some physical problems right now. She's been very silent about them, dealing with most things on her own. She's in my thoughts constantly, and in my prayers daily. She's one of my Hero People, and she doesn't even know it.
I lost a friend recently. To cancer. I hate cancer. It's been around me way too much. This death hit me hard, possibly because it's the third death this year, more likely because the person that died was such an amazing inspiration to so many people. Margaret will be missed.
So, really, not too much going on here. That's why I've been so silent.
I have been keeping up (kind of) over on the book review blog. Right now, we're running a contest. Check it out.
I'll try to be better about updating at least once a week. However, with NaNo, you just never know. And for the Ohio contingent that checks in here (the ones from Dayton AND the ones in my family), I will try to post pictures of the kids soon.
Hope this was enough info for you all.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Day Five - A Real WINNER
This is just short and sweet, because I want to head back downstairs to the party, but I wanted to let you all know that...
ADIOS TO MY OLD LIFE, by Caridad Ferrer, won the RITA Award for Best Contemporary Single Title!
There were many other winners, for many other awards, of course. They are all special and brilliant and wonderful. I will announce them all later. I'm not trying to slight any of them, or make it seem like this win is any better than any of the others.
It is, however, MUCH more personal. My oldest daughter, Gret, LOVES this book. She's passed it around to her friends, and they LOVE this book. Beyond it being a fave of most every teenaged girl I know though, it's also one of my faves.
As many of you moms may know, it's hard to find a book that you feel comfortable handing to your young adult. Gret is 15, and while that means she is no longer a baby, she's not a grown-up either. I handed this book to her with a smile.
THANK YOU Caridad, for writing a book that I could hand to one of my favorite chicks. She's waited a while to read something by a Cherry.
CONGRATS ON YOUR WIN. YOU SO VERY MUCH DESERVE IT!!!!!
Day Five - We have a tv in our room?
OR - There is so much to do here I've almost forgotten about the rest of the world!
First of all, I have to send out some cyber love to one of my very best friends (and a TERRIFIC review and critique partner) - Charity. Charity and I decided to go to Dallas together for Nats last year, when we were both suffering terribly from "Not-Lanta Envy". We planned and pinched pennies and registered the very first day (or at least one of us did :) ). We talked and chatted about it for months. We were both SO excited. Then, as many of you know, Charity's town, Coffeyville, Kansas, ended up plastered all over CNN due to disasterous flooding. This threw a MAJOR kink in the plans for us to attend Nats together. Char called me in tears to tell me she couldn't make it, afraid that I would be angry. Well, one of my best friends couldn't even drive out of town, as it was literally under a river. How could I be angry? However, I was sad, because I knew I couldn't afford it on my own. But Robin and Kathy agreed to let me share a room with them, and I got to Live The Dream. But it has been very bittersweet for me, as I don't have my other half (really- my better half) here with me to share it. With every new person I meet and every experience I have, part of me is over the moon with giddiness, but part of me cries very silent tears that my friend can't share it. She's home cleaning up from the ravages of Mother Nature, and coming to Nats is really low on the list of her personal priorities this week. She's just such an amazing person though, and I know how much she really wanted to be here, so I couldn't help but do something to brighten her day. Guess what I did?
I hung out with Kristan Higgins. Charity LOVES Kristan, as I may have already mentioned. She picked FOOLS RUSH IN as the Top Pick of 2006 for our review blog. Charity's only request was that I find and meet Kristan, and do a FanGirlSquee, just for her. I have obliged many times over. ;) On my way to Kristan's room, I made a frantic phone call to Charity, leaving a "CALL ME RIGHT THIS MINUTE" message. Then I waited. When the phone rang, I handed it to Kristan and asked her to answer it. She did. The conversation went something like:
Char- Dee?
KH - No, this is Kristan.
Char - Kristan who?
KH- Kristan Higgins.
Char - SQUEEEEEEEEEE
KH - (mouthing to me) ouch!
It was beautiful. though Charity can't be here in person, she is here in spirit. I miss ya babe. Gt your bags packed for SanFran, ok?
In other news - some of you have asked why I'm not posting many pictures. Gret has my camera at camp. She's not allowed to have her cell phone there, but I can have mine here. So the reasoning was that I would use my camera on my phone, and still be able to take pictures. The reality is that I don't have a wall charger for my phone, and short of renting a cab to drive me around while charging the phone on the car charger, my phone would not have made it through the week with all of the pictures I wanted to take. So I'm relying on others to take and post the pics. Thanks, CherryRed, for your post about Blogging Nationals, and to the Fabulous Jude, for compiling a list of all of those blogs, and all of you other people that are taking and posting the pics because I can't!
I've learned that I'm not a Conference Purist. By that I mean that while the workshops are amazing, I have stood firm on my promise to myself to go with the wind. Basically, I still have my list(s) of all the workshops that I "needed", but I'm using it only as a guide, when I have nothing else to do. HAH!
Nothing else to do? Like the Publishing events where they GIVE you tons of free books? Or the people that just wander around, waiting to meet new people? Or bumping into someone in the hall that you saw in the coffee shop last night, and stopping to talk for 20 minutes? Or all of the people, these amazing women (and yes, even a few men!) that are so giving, so willing, so helpful, and so excited for you to reach the next level of success?
I only realized this morning that there was a tv in my room. I knew there was, on a logical level, but have had neither the opportunity nor the inclination to turn the blasted thing on. PTL! My kids would be shocked and appalled, of course, as the tb here has cable, something they do not have at home. I'm a mean mom. What can I say?
I'm heading off to my very last workshop now - Say Goodbye to the Slush Pile. Sounds interesting, doesn't it? I know that there will be lots of great information presented, and I can't wait. But I'm telling you now, if I meet an interesting person on the way down the hall, forget about me going to the workshop. I'm getting the cd's, and as you already know - I'm not about to miss any opportunities.
More tonight, after the Golden Hearts and RITAs are announced.
I'll Keep You Posted!
PS- Real quick GOOD LUCK to Caridad/Barb Ferrer, who is up for TWO RITA AWARDS tonight. You can see the winners announced real time here. Or just check back with me later for a complete list.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Day Four - Where the heck am I going to put all these books?!?
I am not going to allow myself to get ANY more books. And I'm NOT putting all of the titles and authors over on the book review blog either. There are just WAY too many to type. My fingers would probably fall off. I will let you know that some of YOU have books here in this picture. Not all of you, because some of the authors just signed the books to me before I could even ask them to sign them for someone else. That's ok though. I can split them with the other Dee. Because, quite frankly, my husband is going to have a TOTAL FIT when he sees how many books I've gotten here.
Just a sampling of the authors:
JAK
Lori Avocato
Mary Castillo
Kayla Perrin
Caridad Pineiro
Ken Casper
Gena Showalter
Mary Janice Davidson
Erin McCarthy
and too many more to count!
You think it will matter to him that all but a few of them were totally FREE?
I'll keep you posted!
Day Four - Lunch Break... and WOW do I need it!
Holy Cow! I went to two workshops this morning. Both were great, they really were. But here's the thing... I'm not sure how many more I'm going to attend. Have you gone through this at Nationals?
I came here with a very specific goal in mind: to learn ways to get ready for my pitch in New Jersey. I also gave myself "permission" to miss some workshops if other opportunities presented themselves. You've probably already noticed, or may even already KNOW, that there are no lack of "other opportunities" at an RWA National Conference.
While the workshops are WONDERFUL, they are a tad bit scary as well. I mean, I'm hearing about all of these things that I 'should' be doing, and I was starting to feel a bit... discouraged. So I skipped a workshop and just sat outside and talked to people. VERY. GOOD. CHOICE.
With my "First Timer" ribbon firmly attached to my badge, people seem to want to come up and ask me how I am liking things. This led to a conversation about how things were just so...overwhelming, and how I was learning a lot of things that I am evidently NOT doing, or doing WRONG, though I should add that NOT A SINGLE PERSON has told me those words. It's just a feeling I've gotten, sitting in some of the workshops with people who are SUPERSTARS.
I was instructed to WRITE. That's all. Just write. Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before. And the people that have told me that are very smart people, people whose opinions I value and advice I trust. However, hearing some of the people here tell me that everyone has a different style, a different way of doing things, but the end result is the same - a book? Yes, that's what I needed to hear.
Thinking about it though, I've heard those words before, just said in a better way. Does THERE ARE MANY ROADS TO OZ sound familiar? Yeah, I know. I've been hearing that for months. Actually, for over a year. So I KNOW this already. But hearing it again, in a different way, was nice too.
Lessons learned? I need to WRITE. Take the advice I can use, leave the rest for others. And most of all, here at Nationals - HAVE FUN.
I'll keep you posted!
Day Four - So last night I got grounded...
I was up a bit late last. I walked into my room after midni...ahem...after one am. But I had a good excuse - I was "networking". When I walked in, the room was dark and quiet. So in I tiptoed, brushed my teeth, changed into my jammies, and headed for my bed. Kathy sat up real quick and issued a "You are GROUNDED, young lady!" Just like that, I was sixteen again, totally busted for breaking curfew.
We had a great laugh about it, and had a wonderful chat about all of the people we've met and the things we've learned so far. And I'll have you know that the whole "meeting people in the bar" thing is SO true. However, I firmly believe that as this is a professional conference, and I'm trying to look professional, I should stay not-so-tipsy. SO I've limited myself to ONE drink during every bar trip. Just one. Followed by much water. I think I'm just afraid that I'll have more than one and look like an idiot. You may know how that goes. Or maybe you don't.
I've been feeling very guilty because I've spent some extra time with Kristan Higgins. Charity LOVES Kristin's work, and told me I had to meet her. Well, she's just about one of the coolest authors I've met, and she knows lots of people. But beyond that, she's a stay-at-home mom who understands how hard it is to write with kids around. She's just great!
Yesterday's Keynote Luncheon Speaker was Lisa Kleypas. She was adorable, while still being classy. The fact that she gave a nod to the recently departed Kathleen Woodiwiss was even classier.
I was invited to a meeting of the RomVets, the Romance writing Veterans. I'm a Navy Veteran, and it was really nice to be around other women who shared some of my same struggles. I'm looking forward to joining their group.
I've met so many people here, and had some really cool things happen to me. However, some of those things are better left unsaid on a blog. The Man knows all about them, or will as soon as he checks his e-mail today. But suffice it to say that the "something big" that I was feeling - yeah. Wow! Some people are not nearly as scary as I thought they were.
No, I haven't done an agent or an editor appointment. I'm learning stuff here to use in New Jersey, when I pitch my book. I already know who I want to pitch to in NJ, though, thanks to some of the people I've met here. Very charming people, those agents. :)
I don't know how much time I'll have for blogging today. I've got a full workshop schedule, and am only blogging now because I snuck up to the room for some caffeine, to ward off an impending headache. I'm headed back into the fray soon though. Plus, there are publishing events today, and I'm going to try to make it to some of those. However...
I'll keep you posted!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Day Three - Opportunities, Missed?
(OR - Why I ditched the one workshop I really needed to talk to an already bestselling author for over an hour...)
This morning, I had plans to go to at least three workshops. Big plans. I spent the better part of my first day here pouring over the Conference book, searching for the workshops that related to what I 'needed'. In my opinion, I 'need' to learn about the business side of the house. I need to learn about editors and agents, promoting and pitching. Yes, I need to hone my craft, because, I can admit this - I am NOT the best writer out there. But I'm starting to believe some of you guys when you say that I'm pretty good. So the writing thing? I'm comfortable with my storytelling abilities, even though I know that I need to improve my craft. But that is an ongoing process. I mean - Jenny Crusie still talks about how she can get better, right?
I had it all planned out. I wrote down all the workshops I 'needed' to attend. I wrote them down by day, even though I didn't bring my Day Planner. I wrote them down in order by time, with the room number and the presenter, and the title of the workshop. I even had them in order of personal importance.
At 8:30 this morning, I was sitting there waiting for Joan Johnston to start her "Writing the Unputdownable novel" workshop. She passed out her books to a select number of people, and I got one. Then she told us that we'd have to SPEAK. In front of the whole room. About her topic. And it would be taped. I almost barfed. Almost. The workshop was fantastic. I learned a lot about how to start and end chapters that keep readers wanting more. Plus, Joan was fabulous. I will admit that I haven't read any of her books yet, but I WILL NOW. She made a fan in that workshop, and I am grateful for the knowledge that she passed to us.
At 9:45, I was ready for Anna DeStefano and Michelle Grajkowski to present "She Said/She Said: Communication Skills that can make or break your career". Honestly, it was refreshing to see someone of Anna's caliber talking about how GOSSIP IS BAD, and how the things you say and do can come back to haunt you, and how really, isn't it just as easy to be nice and PROFESSIONAL to people than it is to be rude? Plus, she talked about how a rejection letter is about your WORK, not about YOU. It was perfect. They were both professional, and it reminded me of mine and Charity's attitude about the review blog - Always Honest, Never Cruel, and how if we can't find at least three nice or positive things to say about a book, we just won't review it. Really great lessons to live by, and work by. And I have to admit, it reminded me of my friend, author Jennifer Talty, who has recently been handed a professional temporary setback that many writers have really ranted and raved about. But not Jen. At least not in public. I don't know what she says to her best friend, or her husband, or her bedroom walls, but I do know that anywhere her name is shown, in e-mails and blog comments and her own blog, she has remained the utmost in professionalism.
I was supposed to be in an 11am workshop, Honing Your Pitch:Making the Most of your editor/agent appointment. I was looking forward to this one. I needed this one, as I plan to pitch in New Jersey, and I have no idea how it is done. This is really the one workshop that I came to Dallas for. And I blew it off.
Yes. I blew it off. I walked outside and sat down, just for a second, to get out of the air-conditioning. And up walked Victoria Alexander. Just like that, I knew that I would stay there and talk to her for as long as she kept talking, no matter what I might miss. I could buy the conference CDs, but there was no way that I could pay $99 and have a personal conversation with her, without her having me arrested or something for stalking. So we sat there, for over an hour, and talked about her books, and about her career, and about my book, and other people's books. I told her what I liked in her books, which ones I really remembered. She told me about the next one of hers coming out, and the one after that. (Yes, I know who the 'last man standing' is. But I'm not telling.) I listened to her talk about how she writes, and how she doesn't write, and things that she wished she would've known, and things she was glad that nobody bothered to tell her. She even listened to me too, even though I'm pretty sure that I sounded like I was having a HUGE FanGirlSqueeFest at her expense.
She listened. I can't give a higher compliment than that. She knows that I'm a first timer. She knows that I'm nervous. She knows that I read and love her books. But she listened to me. She let me gush about her work, of course. But she listened to why I liked specific parts of her last book, she told my how and why she did certain things, and she listened to my reactions. She listened to me (no, not THAT one!), and I think she actually heard what I had to say. It was so nice of her to talk to me in the first place, but then to sit there and chat with me like I had something to say?
Then I remembered - I do have something to say. I'm her fan. I read her books. Not only am I a writer, I'm also a reader. Regardless of whether my writing career is anywhere right now (and we can all say that it's not too far. That's ok. It will go farther!), I am her audience. So of course she listened to me. I am the person that enables her to keep writing.
But also? She's just NICE. I mean, really, she's a NICE person. She's funny. She's witty. She's charming. Yes, those are all true. But she saw my little orange "First Timer" tag on my badge, and she spoke to me anyway. She didn't know that I'd read her books when she sat down. She had no idea that her latest book "What a Lady Wants" was the very last book that I read before getting on the plane, or that it's still on my front patio waiting for a re-read when I get home. She just saw me there and sat down, and opened up a whole world of possibilities for me.
That's what the past few days have been like for me. I've had some plans, places I thought I needed to be. But I made the promise to myself on the plane on the way here that if it came right down to it, I'd let myself free from those written plans, and follow the wind, if I had the chance. Sure, I'd choose the workshops that were smart career choices, instead of just going to the ones done by a speaker I loved. However, if it came down to rushing off to a workshop or chatting with an interesting person, I'd stay and chat.
So today? Was that workshop, that I've already heard RAVE reviews about, a missed opportunity? Not. Even. Close. I'm very glad to say that I totally ditched the one workshop I really wanted in order to shoot the breeze with an author that I've greatly admired for years. I needed to pinch myself a few times to make sure I was awake. I was. I still am.
I told you something BIG was going to happen. I made a choice, and I am confident it was the right one. I wouldn't trade a single second I spent with her. I'm actually hoping that I'll get more chances like that, opportunities to ditch my schedule and really connect with more people. That's what being here is all about after all. Right?
I'll keep you posted!
Day Two - Recap
It's the end of the day (or the beginning of the next one. Whichever way you look at it is fine with me). I am, still, in awe of this place and the amazing people that are here.
The Literacy signing was overwhelming, but in a good way. There was a huge room, filled with 450 authors, who were just as excited to see me as I was to see them. It was amazing. You saw my list of the people that I got to meet, and those were just the ones whose books I bought. I met others. Many others.
I got to gush at Barbara Samuel, who is actually responsible for the book review blog. I wrote my very first review, not much more than a FGSF, of her Madame Mirabou's School of Love. I adored that book, and couldn't wait to tell people about it. After meeting her tonight, I am even more glad that I told people all about that book. No, our review site isn't HUGE, but it still makes me proud to be able to tell people about books that I've enjoyed.
I met Caridad Ferrer. We reviewed her book, Adios To My Old Life, which is up for a few RITA awards this year. Gret LOVES that book, and Caridad signed a bookmark for Gret. She was just so NICE.
I spoke with Alesia Holliday/Alyssa Day. When I told her that Charity said "hi", she looked at my name tag and smiled BIG, and said that she reads our site. It was a very cool moment for me, since I used to read the LC every day. She even gave me an Alyssa Day bag to carry all of my books.
I had a moment of silence with Eileen Rendahl, another former member of the LC. We both sighed over how the LC is no more. Very sad. But OMB Eileen is just totally gorgeous, and I love her books, and am excited to read her newest one.
I had dinner and drinks with Kristan Higgins. She has been so freakin' amazing to me practically since I checked in. I didn't get a picture with her (or ANY of these people, darn it!), but I was there, with her. She wrote Fools Rush In, Charity's Top Pick of 2006. I have to tell you, she's even more charming than I thought she would be, and I have really loved getting to know her.
I sat with some Cherries at the bar (of course!). I wish I would have had my notepad to write down their names, but I didn't. However, Julie is wonderful, and she gave me a Cherry sticker for my nametag. And I just adore her.
I had drinks (well, just one, but I made it last!) with Vicki Lewis Thompson, who writes the Nerd books. I still can't believe I sat there for a while and talked to her. And guess what - just like all of the other amazing writers I've met here, she's a REAL PERSON. Why this continues to amaze me, I'll never know. But she was wonderful, and funny, and gracious, and, and, and...
I finished the night outside, talking with Misty Simon. I met Misty in March, in Boonseboro. We had lunch together with a few other authors (including Samantha Graves/CJ Barry, who I also saw at lunch today). I had the very best talk with Misty tonight, and it was just great to talk to an author that is a few steps ahead of me career-wise, but who still spoke to me like a peer. Misty is wonderful, and I can't wait to read her books.
I've enjoyed meeting some of the really big name authors. They have all been gracious, warm, giving, and encouraging. But I have to admit that some of my best moments so far have been with some of the newer authors, like Kristan and Misty. There just seems to be an almost instant camaraderie that springs up between people here, whether you are published or not, new to the business or not, scared spitless to speak to a 'star' or not.
Again, just like New Jersey, I feel like I've found my people. I can hardly wait to see who I will meet tomorrow.
I'll keep you posted!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Day Two - Literacy Signing
Short post. Just went to the Literacy Signing and OhMyBob were there a ton of people! I met some of my very favorite authors, and lots of authors that are new to me. There werre over 450 authors signing their books. It would have been overwhelming if everyone hadn't been so darn nice!
Quick list of people I met, then I'm off to have dinner with Kristan Higgins:
Patricia Gaffney - she is just so amazing, I love her!
Caridad Ferrar - up for TWO Rita's, LOVED her book, it was featured on D&d, totally wonderful woman
Day Leclaire - new author, very nice!
Eileen Dreyer - old favorite, signed TUMF for the D&d blog
Anne Stuart - another old favorite, signed TUMF for the D&d blog
Pamela Britton - a Nascar book, looks interesting, very nice lady
Ruth Wind - one of my faves, using a pen name for this one, can't wait to read it!
Lori Avocato - great lady. having dinner with her as soon as I finish this post
Victoria Alexander - you already know I love her, she's a riot!
Alyssa Day - cool streaks in her hair, said she loves the D&d site, so she's a keeper :)
Eileen Rendahl - Beautiful! Plus, she's one of the LC, so you know she's a fave
Teri Thackston - new to me, but very very nice
Amie Stuart - new to me, sweet lady, and she gave me a teddy bear. Gotta love that.
Ok, now I'm late to dinner. I'll gotta run!
I'll keep you posted!
Day Two - Goody Room
Had to dash back to the room to drop off all of the goodies I just picked up! Oh my lands, that room is just packed full of freebies, including BOOKS, bookmarks, games, keychains, pens and CHOCOLATE. I adore the writers that add a little bit of the dark stuff. :)
Here's a pic of my stash from the first pass of the room. The books I grabbed this time around are:
got the look, James Grippando
There Goes The Bride, Lori Wilde
Bitten & Smitten, Michelle Rowan
Garden Spells, Sarah Addison Allen
Breaking Free, Lauraine Snelling
Late Night Talking, Leslie Schnur
The Winter Rose, Jennifer Donnelly
The Blue Zone, Andrew Gross
Mad Dash, Patricia Gaffney
Also, there were a bunch of excerpts, and I picked those up as well. Also, for learning craft, I got "Secrets, The Best in Women's Erotic Romance" even though I don't write erotic, or anything like erotic. I thought it would be interesting to see how it's done. Plus, they had Volumes 1-15, so I grabbed two of them. I'm sending one to Charity, even though she doesn't write erotic either. Never hurts to have research books available.
Now I'm heading back downstairs, to see how many new people I can meet!
I'll keep you posted!
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