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Monday, September 08, 2008

Through the years...

The other day, I was talking to a friend and had a "moment" where I realized I now sounded like my parents (Uggg).

How did I get from talking about princesses, fairies, and dreams to discussing money, politics, ailments, and rising weight?

What happened? I now sound like my parents did when I would sneak out of my bedroom and listen at their bedroom door (usually talking about me).

I want to be light-hearted again. Is that possible? No worries, massive amounts of time, never busy?

Since I just turned (cough), I find myself remembering more of my past and traveling back to the stages of my former lives. A life before insurance issues and before large bills, but after diapers.

When I was a little girl, I thought:

  • people over 20 were old and people over 30 were ancient!
  • my house was huge, and my room was too small.
  • my parents knew everything
  • sharks lived in pools
  • my stuffed animals were real
  • animals could talk - at least to me - and that I actually understood them
  • my small town of Vero Beach was the only town in the world
  • my feet were too big for my size - PS they were!
  • wearing glasses was cool
  • names couldn't hurt me - but my brother throwing rocks at my face could and did
  • i could fly or even be invisible
  • strange things came out in the dark and hid under my bed
  • my brother was cool and fun
  • a small white mouse - named snowball - was my best friend
  • i could teach my cats to use the toilet - esp if i locked them in the bathroom
  • only moms cooked and cleaned
  • my parents were rich
  • broccoli was just a baby tree
  • i could pee standing up (not well I might add)
  • stupid was a "potty word"
When I became a kid (adolescence is the adult word), I decided...


  • my parents didn't know as much as they thought or pretended
  • my brother was not so cool (kind of annoying back then)
  • I had boobs and needed a real bra (even when I didn't)
  • I needed to show my own style
  • I could be in the Olympics
  • I didn't need veggies or fruit
  • there was not much difference between a zucchini and a cucumber
  • I could do anything boys could do
  • I liked boys better than girls (more fun and less catty).
  • I was a tomboy
  • I should get a dog (if it just wasn't for those stupid cats)
  • everything was stupid
  • glasses were cool - only to me
  • the brownies and girl scouts taught wilderness survival
  • i didn't care that my mom was a beauty queen (ok, first runner-up)
  • my grandparents would not live forever
  • cats run away
  • i was competitive
  • squeezing my feet into shoes (two sizes too small) did NOT make my feet look smaller. (They just hurt.)
  • I wanted to write poetry and created a book of poems
  • I could write because I won an state essay contest on Nutrition (mine was called One Smart Cookie.) Prize - 100$, meeting the mayor, picture in local paper, and see the vero beach dodgers :) score!
  • I had a crush on a guy in my HomeEc Class (Ace Atkins)
  • my mom's makeup would look good on me (the more the better)

When I became a teen, I realized...

  • the world was a big place, sometimes magical, sometimes frightening
  • A's were harder to get than I thought
  • I hated trig and anything to do with math or numbers
  • I wanted to play guitar
  • I wanted to be a cheerleader and did for 4 years (don't ask!)
  • I had a my first love (Craig Bolier :)
  • my naturally curly hair was in style (thx to Julia Roberts)
  • my hair was not big enough naturally so I had to perm it (again, don't ask)
  • I did not look good in florescent leggings (am I telling my age?)
  • getting my period was a pain (need I say more?)
  • I could sneak out of my second story window
  • girls could be mean
  • I could wear makeup
  • I was not an artist
  • I would never be homecoming queen
  • my parents were human too
  • I had to drive my parents van (and take my drivers test in it) that had a sign on it saying "USS JOhannes (embarrassing!)
  • if you were not cool, you could just pretend you were and people might not notice

Later, in college, I found out...

  • my crush from homeEc (Ace Atkins) liked me too. (and we dated for about 10 years)
  • poetry does not pay, but business does ( a fact I could have lived without)
  • college was expensive
  • I could make 10$ an hr serving food at Sam's wholesale club
  • if I ate jello and rice - I could lose weight
  • I could vote for president
  • joining a sorority was a way to find friends
  • UGA was more fun than expected
  • i could sing with a band and make money
  • i was lucky to be alive
  • how hard it was to do laundry and cook
  • I was afraid to die
  • people could surprise you (good and bad)

In the real world, I ...discovered

  • things don't always turn out the way you want or need them to
  • love could break your heart - in many ways
  • I needed to live in the moment
  • how to appreciate the small simple things
  • That I could love again and love better
  • that weddings did not have to be stressful
  • that working came easy - so I worked too hard
  • I could travel to Europe by myself
  • I could buy my first dog (Bud and he is still here with me)
  • life's not always fair
  • how much my parents loved me
  • how a child could change your life and stretch your heart (and your tummy :)
  • C-sections were tougher than people admitted

Now, I have transformed. I am

  • a good wife, great mother, and better friend
  • appreciative of my parents
  • independent
  • hopeful
  • world-traveler
  • a writer
  • yoga lover
  • environmentally conscious
  • in love with my hubby and kids
  • a survivor
  • a struggling writer

Today, after everything I have accomplished, I have now chosen to start over. Back to square one. Back to the basics. Back to the days of poetry and essays. Back to writing. Back to idealism.

Now, after everything I have been through - I sit and dream of being a published writer.

"Better late than never."

But do "late" birds ever get the worm?

Stay Tuned......

Friday, August 29, 2008

Revising Insanity

At conference, I always heard talk of "writers needing to be open to revising."

I'll say now - I never quite understood that. I mean do writers NOT want to revise? How could that be - I mean who wants dangling participles anyway!

A couple weeks ago - I joined a class to "revise" my first 3 chapters.

Last week, I got my comments back from the editor.

And, now I get it.

Revising is not just tweaking, or grammar corrections, or line edits.

Now I realize revising means major rewrites, story changes, and replotting.

Revising is like cutting your hair and then someone telling you to try again. Even if you know it looks crappy. You can't just tape it back on and then recut.

Creating a new character is like going out and looking for the right guy when you are already married to one. Which I am :) Oh, I digress...

Changing your main character is like trying to re-do the past. You can't just erase a part of your history. It's just you!

My conclusion - this is not revising! This is chopping, slautering, a unjust demise.

So - what do I do?

I question. Who is this editor anyway? I mean he's only been in the biz for 25 years. I mean, what does he know anyway?

I procrastinate! This was the EZ part.

I ignore!

I justify! I'm good at this.

I cuss! This is not a surprise for those who know me?

I tell myself 'I'll just wait to see what "resonates". Yeah right what a crock!

Let me mention - the last time, my manuscript was "edited", I shelved it. And it is still there, collecting dust begging to be nurtured again.

But then?

I breathe.

I read the comments.

I keep an open mind. ok semi-open, but no one's perfect.

I have an ephiphany.

He's right.

So I go back to the drawing board. I redo outline, I re plot, I move stuff around, and I cut and paste. aahhhh!

And now?

My book is better. If I do say so myself.

Although, I think I am much more insane.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Flying the Coop

When does Empty Nest Syndrome start?

Is it possible to have "empty nest" syndrome when your kids are under the age of 4?

I always assumed that "syndrome" came at 18 when kids left for school.

But I think I am going through it a bit.

Next week - my daughter (4.5) starts her pre k program 5 days week and my son (18 months) starts his new mommy's day out program 3 days a week.

I am ok with my daughter going back. I am more anxious about the looming Kindergarden move next year. This is my last year with her where I am still the coolest thing in her world. She is growing up so fast. I mean this morning I am watching her and amazed at this little person who is so much like me. She says the most grown-up things:

Me: Honey, you need to stop getting so big. I want you to stay my baby."
Madelyn: "Mommmmmy, it's part of life. I'll always be your baby but I'm goingto miss you when I am an adult."

Say What?????

I am more freaked out by my little one. Even though he is only going 3 days a week/48 hrs a months/720 minutes a day (and to think I suck at math), I feel guilty and I realize he is not a baby anymore.

Here is what I came up with:
In each week - here are 168 hrs.Most young one sleep about 14 hrs a day = 98 hrs.

Leaving 85 waking hrs.
He will be in school 12 hrs.
So I will be with him 73 out of 85 hrs.

Since I do not have plans to have another - I am realizing my baby years are almost gone.


Now, I'm left with semi-empty nest syndrome. The house will be quieter (definately not used to that) and I am going to have a period of time when my "mom brain" get to shut off. A brain that has been on overdrive for almost 5 years.

Don't get me wrong - I am looking forward to the 12 hrs my son will be in school b/c now I get to learn how to write during daylight hrs (dont even know if I can do it? Used to 10 - 2am).

I am just sad about my babies flying the coop. Even if they fly back in a few hrs.








Friday, August 22, 2008

A Terrific T

I love shirts with messages on them.

I have about 5. Peace, be kind etc.

I don't wear them to preach to others, I wear them for myself. To remind me.

One of my favorite ones is a chocolate brown shirt that says "live mindfully".

I wore it today and went to Borders for my writing group. As I was waiting for my "galz", a lady walks up to me and says: "excuse me where did you get your shirt."

Me: "I'm sorry, what?" I am baffled thinking "this is kinda random", let alone unusual.

LADY: "Your shirt. Where did you get it?

I look down, forgetful of the garb I threw on in the 2 inutes I had to myself as Thomas the Train once again keeps my kids occupied so I can pee and dress in peace. "I think at my yoga place."

LADY: "Can I check your tag?"

Me: "Uh, sure I guess." What do you say to that? Can you say no? I mean, I really just wanted to enjoy my coffee and muffin.

LADY: She finishes checking my tag and says "I love it."

Me: "Thanks, I have a few. I like them alot. Keeps me in check."

LADY: "I really need to live midfully."

Me I think (thanks for sharing) but say "you just did."

LADY: "What do you know? I'll be thinking of that today" and walks away.

Boom - I touch someone's life.

Isn't it amazing how we can touch people in the simplest ways? Makes me wonder of all the ways we touch lives in larger ways and don't even know it. Woudn't it be cool to know those things. Who you touch positively and who you touch negatively. I think I would want to know.

To think my fashion sense (stemmed from my need to be casual, yet comfy.) touched one person today. I didn't even plan it.

Isnt the world cool?