… but for today I am sick and tired of rejection letters, all of which state with various levels of decorum just how poor my novel is.
For variety, one of the four I’ve received this month was for a nonfiction book, too. Just in case I felt like I had that to fall back on.
One of my mentors, a man I called Papa John, always said it was best to keep a bottle of champagne and a decanter of bourbon on hand — just so you always had something to celebrate or drown your sorrows with.
… when I looked down at the peach I was eating only to find a perfectly healthy caterpillar lounging atop the pit, looking up at me with great interest. Not even a shot of bourbon — for its antiseptic properties, of course — will help me get over this impromptu lunchtime date with a multilegged creature. Oof. Uggh.
… when, between the last two bus stops before work, you are flirted with in Spanish, demur in both English AND Spanish, insist all the while that, si, tengo un esposo, and still you are asked for your telefono number as you pull the bright yellow cord and stand up to exit the autobus.
On the positive side, the compliments did come at a good time, since I spent last night trying on bathing suits, which is always a most unflattering experience. So I thank the cosmos for that — even if the cosmos did, as usual, go above and beyond. ;)
I keep using the excuse that oh, I don’t have TIME, and oh, I’m just so BUSY, but the truth of it is, sometimes I wonder if I’m out of things to say. Which clearly isn’t the case, seeing how I’m saying something right now, but I presume you get the gist.
Sometimes excuses can be so limiting; I used to go to grad school full-time and work full-time and still have time to carry on with my friends until the wee hours. Granted, I’m a touch older now (but not THAT much, thank you), but the main difference is that now I’m letting excuses sneak in. I have time to plumb the depths of Facebook at night. I have time to watch another rerun of “Designing Women.” I surely have time to write. Because I surely enjoy it.
Seriously. For the first minute of this exercise all I could do was twitch and steal glances out the window. By the time the second minute rolled around, I was at least settled-down enough to keep my eyes on the screen and take somewhat steady breaths.
I’ll be trying it again at the end of the workday. :)
You’re one of my favorite kitty blogs, and I know a lot of people follow you. There’s a local shelter in my area, no kill, that’s in danger of closing. I’m trying to get the word out to find people who can donate or at least signal boost… in two months…
It’s amazing how paying one’s library fines can renew one’s spirit! I feel like the weight of the world is off my shoulders and I can walk into the library with a clear conscience and my head held high. When I owe money, I feel like my beloved librarians KNOW what I’ve done and are scowling at me behind their sweet smiles. I’m sure this is not actually the case — they’ve said as much when I’ve used the circulation desk as my own private confessional booth in the past — but it feels good to be back on the right side of the Dewey Decimal System Law.