Rosebud

Happy 2013! I’m an Editor now!

I hope your 2013 is starting off to be a great year. Yesterday, I was promoted from a fiction reader to a Fiction Editor at r.kv.r.y. Quarterly Literary Journal. Thank you, Mary Akers! I went through the receipts for the year and gathered all the tax information I have so that dreadful bit which I usually wait until the last minute to do is over and I already have a contest entry and three submissions sent off. My year is starting off very well, and last year was not too shabby. I went to a writer’s conference in Westfield where I met James Goertel, Reg Darling, LouAnne Johnson, and Linda Lavid. I traveled to Binghamton and met Jefferson Rose and his family. My son and his family visited. I saw Chicago again. My garden shed was completed. I had ten pieces accepted (including one which will appear in Rosebud–one of my “dream” publications) and an agent queried me.

While I don’t make resolutions, per se, I’m not immune to the hype for personal betterment in the new year. I do hope that my writing (and editing) skills improve and that my work is accepted in awesome venues. Payment would be nice and finding an agent that believes in my work would be fantastic. I think I have these vague “goals” at all points during the year, but they seem most pronounced in January.

I know it works for some people, but declaring a new start at the beginning of the year has never worked for me. When I quit smoking (on Saturday, it will be the eighth anniversary) it was something I had tried before. I hadn’t been as serious about it until then. And don’t get me wrong, the drugs helped, too. Without Welbutrin, I don’t think I would have made it past the hump. But, I quit on the fifth, not the first. Now, writing challenges and prompts are different. So are deadlines. I have a better chance of meeting another person’s parameters than deciding which things to impose on myself for some reason.

I’m so grateful the holidays are over. Husband has been home too much for my taste. I thought that today I might be able to get back to normal, but no. On the ride over to Weber City, he got a call and he’ll be putting a bid in on a job in Depew this afternoon, and since there will be no time for him to get back to the Buffalo Zoo and get tools out, he’ll be home early again. Yesterday, he was home early because he was all ‘manly’ and had three cavities filled during one dentist visit which numbed his tongue completely. *Sigh* Men…

Cats though, they are sweet and look lovely in ribbons. Since mine is a diva, here are two photos where I tried to capture her New Year’s Eve ‘costume.’

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This month there will be an additional posting as I’ve been tagged to participate in the “Next Big Thing.”

Thanks for checking in!

(*These are just my Creekside Reflections. Your experience may vary.)

 

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Preparing for Winter Normalcy

Before I start, I have to say I had an odd thing occur.  I heard someone talking about the movie “Gattaca” and I wanted to see it. Though I don’t recall buying it, I own it on DVD, so I am watching it now. Uma’s eyes are awesome, btw.

I’m looking around, thinking “We start a lot of projects at this house.” This year, we came close to finishing a few of them.

The garden shed has a roof and most of the shelves are in place. I’ve been gathering things from the many places the “garden” stuff has been stashed over the years. Now I can be all anal-retentive and put all of the pots and planters in proper order.

The household plants came in last night. A few still need to be taken upstairs, but they are in. The stereo was broken down and resituated. The next steps are the furniture rearrangement, wood stacking, the screens replaced with storm windows and the last of the tomatoes canned. Ah, winter prep…Nothing else like it.

And in case you haven’t heard my awesome news by now, I’ll say it again: Rosebud Magazine, one of the most awesome magazines ever, accepted one of the stories I wrote this summer. “Bess No More” is slated to appear in Issue 54. I am so pleased!

My real-life writer’s group started up again. Shirley Reeves gave me a detailed, wonderful critique of “Ellie’s Elephants.” She made great points and I’m nearly ready to jump back into rewriting. I really had hoped it was “done,” but now with the new flaws exposed, I’m ready to polish it even harder. I love that baby. I want it picked up by a reader and loved just as much… I also want to start a new novel, so I’ll be busy (as if that is something new) for a while.

Remind me sometime to tell you about why you shouldn’t have long, late night chats with a poet–specifically Sundin Richards–unless you can commit to three days of recovery. It was an awesome time though, from what I remember…

May your next two weeks be as awesome as my past two have been!

 

 

 

*These are just my creekside reflections. Your experiences may vary.