Through the little window
At this very moment, there is a letter — from either a publisher or an agent — waiting in my mailbox. I can see it. The fate of my novel is just barely visible in the plastic window.
Why haven’t I read it? No, not willpower or moment-savouring.
Darling Husband has the only mailbox key!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God, grant me SERENITY!
Part of me feels it is another rejection. Not because I’m pessimistic, but because if they wanted to publish my novel, wouldn’t they like … call? Or e-mail? Snail mail is so 20 years ago.
Although my university acceptance came in the mail … no, wait, that was a phone call first. Damnit!
Thirty minutes until Darling Husband gets home with the freaking key … The wait is on …
Junior crotch-less pants
I WANT: BabyLegs
How freaking cute are these? I’ve been seeing them everywhere lately.
They’re itty-bitty legwarmers that you put on babies to … well, keep their legs warm. They look cute with onesies, and you can still get at that disgusto diaper whenever trouble strikes.
They’re really more like pants, actually, because they cover their whole leg … but I guess “crotchless pants” wouldn’t really sell well on the baby-clothing market.
COST: $12
SHOP HERE
10 things that bug me
Happy Friday, dear readers!
My brain is a bit mushy this morning, after another early-morning writing sesh — two days in a row, woot! — so I thought I would try a MamaKat’s writer’s prompt. The mission? List 10 things you are currently sick of.
Done, and done:
- Frizz. Just once, I would like to have silken locks without a flatiron. Of course, I am too lazy to flatiron 99% of the time.
- Little Dog hiding kibbles in our bed. I started shutting the bedroom door before leaving for work, to keep her out, so she started hiding them in between the couch cushions. Ew.
- My work laptop. It’s fine and all, but I’m jealous of the Mac users. It’s like I know that I am one of them, at heart, but I am stiffled by a PC.
- Feeling like a TV show pariah. I never seem to catch onto the popular shows, and it gets annoying. While I’m watching unpopular stuff on TLC and the WB, I’m constantly asked if I’ve seen the latest Grey’s Anatomy or American Idol, and get to reply, “I have never watched either.” You should see the strange looks I get!
- Baby carrots. Soapy-tasting. Blah. But yet I eat them almost daily.
- Celebrities on my Twitter account. I hate logging on and seeing 10,000 posts from celebrities — and none from my real Twitter friends. Especially the ones like Kirstie Alley, who fill my feed with weird political crap.
- Living with jerks. No, no, not Darling Husband and Little Dog. I mean the jerks who also live in our condo complex. They are all ninety, and yes, I am ageist.
- The office fridge. It’s super-tiny and always crowded. Cramming my lunchbag onto one of the shelves always makes me feel insecure about the about of snackies I have packed.
- BlackBerry messenger. It screws up all the time — not sending, not delivering. Annoyyyyyyying.
- Pollen. Allergy drugs make me Sleepy or Dopey — always one of the dwarves — so I try to bear it. But yeeshhhhh, it is not fun to have running eyes. Last week I sneezed so many times in a row that the guy in the next office actually checked on me.
My husband rocks
Dear Darling Husband,
Thanks for trading pizza slices with me on Wednesday, when I got bored with mine.
And, more importantly, thanks for letting me eat the crust on both slices.
Love, your wife
xoxo
This letter is part of “My Husband Rocks Fridays”
Oh, say can you write … by the dawn’s early light?
I did! I did!
This morning I got up at 6:30 a.m., left Darling Husband and Little Dog snoring in each other’s embrace, and tiptoed to my writing desk.
Armed with a mug of tea — because yeeeeeessh it was early –I wrote my little butt off for an hour and a half. I added an extra 1,200 words to the novel, and had a mini-breakthrough about how to add to the relationship between the protagonist and her BFF.
I could have kept going, but I stopped at 8 a.m. to get ready for work — and wake my two Sleeping Beauties.
Karma is definitely playing a role here. You see, construction began on our condo two days ago, and it starts at 7 a.m. I never would have been able to sleep through the racket, so it looks like getting up early to write is really for the best.
I may still be 0-for-1 on replies from publishers, but this morning I felt more optimistic about my novel than I have in a long time.
I really can see it in stores.
I really can see people buying it.
If it doesn’t get picked up, I’m going to self-publish.
I will publish this book.
Let’s hope I can stay optimist after a few consecutive days of getting up at dawn. Yaaaaaawn.
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