Month: July 2011

A Sauna Outside–

I believe I could take off ten pounds simply by standing outside today. Fifteen if I were willing to exert myself in anyway. In case we aren’t Facebook friends, last week was phenomenal!

I received an acceptance from Thematic Literary Magazine. They are using “Where Is the App for This?” in their forthcoming  “Smitten” issue. It was a piece I wrote a long time ago, originally called “Is the Mute Button On?” I changed it from a land line to a cell phone, had it rejected once and it was picked up the next time I submitted it.

Then, I received notification that my poem “I’ll Tell You This” was chosen for a Distinction Award in Midwest Literary Magazine. My poem, “What Are Friends For?” came out in Sex and Murder Magazine and Girls with Insurance took two of my poems. As an added bonus,  I wrote a poem I just love called “A Mistress Muses Over Tea” — Lady Heather on CSI was the inspiration for part of it, Samantha of Sex and the City for another part. I suppose it’s not that surprising that those bits fit together as well as they did…

This week is more normal with a few rejections so far.

Actually, it’s not that normal at all. We’re going to be picking up our niece from the airport on Friday night, throwing a get together brunch on Saturday morning then heading down to Pennsylvania to drop our niece off at her Dad’s home. But it’s early yet. Those plans could go out the window.

I’ve made a lot of progress in revising the novel. I’m debating whether I should take it with me on the trip to PA. I rarely get a chance to write when I’m there, though I did manage to write most of a letter the last trip. Everyone was cheering on the Steelers while I used their high speed internet to watch YouTube videos, but there’s only so many cute kitten tricks a person can stand before they want to do something else, so I wrote a letter.

At the moment, I’m washing laundry and contemplating “the mental diminishing return to publishing.” It’s something I hadn’t considered before, but recognized the symptoms in myself immediately. Ah well, I think it another form of ‘be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.’ *Sigh*

Off to load the dryer.

Stay cool if you can!


Thoughts on the West Coast

The weather here has been nothing but gorgeous recently. Hey–it’s Western New York–I can’t say that very often, so I have to say it when I can. I think it’s a law or something. Didn’t I just read that passed in the senate? I know some awesome piece of legislation did…

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🙂  Congratulations to you Sarah Diemer (and Jenn) and Hugh O‘Donnell(and your man) on your upcoming (legally binding) nuptials! I’m so happy for all of you! And I can’t believe it happened here before it happened in California–I really thought they would beat us to an equality alter–go figure.

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It is a heady time right now in NY. This warm, dry climate I find myself ensconced in makes it difficult to prioritize. I’m having a hard time deciding my wants versus my needs; desires from tasks. And since it is western New York, I know I won’t have this problem for very long.

My revision of Ellie’s Elephants is going so well that I’ve started to look for agents to query.

One of the agents I’ve found in my search whom I’d love to have represent me is on the West Coast. Why do I want to query this agent? Let me count the ways… To begin with, she represents an author I love to read. Which is only partially true since I looked at the agency web site, I found she also represents other authors whose work I enjoy reading. Isn’t that something to look for in an agent?

-{-Should you yourself be an agent not on the West Coast and are reading this… be assured that in my head, having an agent at all is an awesome possibility. I’ve just started looking and it is a bit intimidating. I’m trying to find a good fit that will work right now and in the future.-}-

I’m so nervous about this process, though. I haven’t been on a first date in a while and this feels even more awkward than that–Are you sure there isn’t spinach on my teeth? No? Are you sure? What about my commas? Are all those in the correct spot? Did I remember to close all my quotes?— It’s unnerving. I feel like I’m going to be going up to some stranger and saying, “Um… Well… Here’s my baby. Yeah… Won’t you love it, too?” I probably shouldn’t look at it that way, but I do.

By the same token, as I near the end of another revision, I’m already feeling a sense of ‘empty nest syndrome.’ As I wondered in a recent tweet, What did I do before this novel?

I’ll be trying to figure that out until next time.