Thirteen completely unrelated things:
1. I had a lovely lunch with my friend Suzanne today. Her life is in a really good zone right now (job promotion, re-united with her boyfriend, etc.), which makes me happy because it hasn’t always been that way.
2. Michele, if you left your casserole dish and cheese grater at Suzanne’s house, you can go pick it up sometime. But if you’re going to go there and hang out and drink wine with her for a couple of hours, don’t go without me ‘cause I’d be jealous. Maybe we should have a “picking up your casserole dish” dinner party. Sounds like a good excuse.
3. That little sort-of-regular writing gig I had lined up? Yeah, well, after the first publication where 2 of my pieces appeared, the magazine (called Words of Life) folded. Bummer. I really liked that gig. But the editor liked me and said that in her next job (still working for a publishing company) she’d keep me in mind.
4. I have to pee right now but I don’t feel like getting up.
5. I wish I had a chocolate bar. Mmmmm… chocolate…
6. I have a tentative writing assignment for another magazine, so all is not lost.
7. Next week I get to meet a blogger friend. Whoopee! I’ll tell you more about it later.
8. I have a painting of a hot air balloon hanging on my office wall. It was painted by an old veteran in a veteran’s home in Montreal. It makes me want to float away. Maybe the old veteran wanted to float away sometimes too. It seemed like a sad place to grow old, where you had to share a room with 4 or 5 other old people with only a thin curtain between you.
9. I need a good book to read. I usually have a stack of books I haven’t read on my bed-side table, but I’ve worked my way through most of them. Any recommendations?
10. I don’t like it when I find a blog I like to read, and I leave lots of friendly comments, but the person never reciprocates. It makes me feel like a stocker or something. Or when I’m feeling insecure, it makes me feel like my blog is too boring for them to make the effort. Before long, I give up and skulk away.
11. My period must be coming soon, because I’m craving all kinds of unhealthy things. Maybe a chai latte or a coke to go with that chocolate. Mmmmm….
12. Maddie seems to be past her “crying before daycare” phase. Yesterday she told me “Mom, my crying days are SO over.”
13. I still have to pee. Now that I’ve gotten to thirteen, I’m outta here before I burst!
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About #10: I've been there. Few of us are so good that we'dd continue to be read without some sort of relationship beginning to sprout.
if some blogger person doesn't like to read you back then they are just a good writer and don't have any real personality. or maybe they're just too insecure to post on such a great blog.
After #5 my first thought was Heather must be getting her period. That's the only time I crave chocolate.
Well I hope you don't feel like a stalker at MY blog! Jeez.
Okay. I listened to you, and I submitted a query somewhere else. I still doubt and hate everything I write. I believe that's part of the job.
And I'm going to copy you because I have nothing to write about, unless I add some more fire to the baby blogging wars between me and mj. ;)
Are you going to blogher next year?
#10. Like a shelf stocker? Hehe.
#12. I can SO hear her saying that.
I had the exact same thing happen to me with a publisher.
I had my last period 3 years ago and I am so damn glad that I could pee, but I will write this first. My only complaint: Hot flashes. Big ones where I sweat and look like a pig. But, it beats bleeding like a stuck one.
And this is my rule: If I comment on someone's blog, I give them three chances to write back or at least give mine a courtesy call. If they don't stop by, I stop going to theirs. I know that hurts them SO badly...I just tell myself that they are a stuck up loser and that makes me feel better. I had one person write me and say, "I can't go visit everyone who comments, I have too many fans, but I DO like your blog."
My thought was that if you call your readers "fans" you are a big fat hog and you can kiss my foot, boy howdy.
I suspect that you are much nicer than I am.....
Number 10...I can totally relate to this. I've officially given up on Motherhood Uncensored. I'm not sure why she doesn't comment on my blog anymore but I feel like she should get a restraining order against me since our relationship is so freaking one-sided.
You can tell I'm still "fumbling for words" when I spell it "stocker" instead of stalker. Duh.
i figured you'd catch that editorial thing sooner or later. takes a sister to point it out.
Well, maybe at the time you meant "stocker" like, were you stocking your shelves or something? ;) Coulda been a freudian slip thing.
Plus you totally called me out for spelling some city in Canada wrong. God, Canadians! ;)
I get what you mean about the leaving comments thing. You feel like you've been happily dancing on a table at some wedding, and it turns out to be a funeral or something....
But SEE? I'm commenting back!! cuz I like your blog too!
The thing about you heather is that your writing is so clear and concise that i feel like i've just read 13 posts. each one is a gem.
Melissa, in the comment where I corrected your spelling of my lovely hometown, I was going to put a p.s. that I was "stocking" you, but I forgot.
Consider yourself stocked. :-)
Hmmm.. Number 4. I can TOTALLY relate to that! Have a good weekend, Heather.
But most importantly - did you get that chocolate bar? Woman who want chocolate are a force to be reckoned with!
oh, and #2. i must have left SOMETHING over there. we must go and get it. i WILL bring a really good bottle of red wine, however.
#10.
Your blog? Boring??
Mine is boring by design.
I like it that way.
All the really cool people pass me by, and I just wave as they go on their way to bigger and better things.
Yup. That's me. Boring.
Well, I've got to #4. now.
Judy
www.judyh58.blogspot.com
If you are looking for an inspirational read.. I am in the middle of "The Power of Now" by Eckhart Tolle (Canadian). I would definitely recommend it.
Sometimes your posts are so touching and poignant, I don't know what to say. My list of blogger friends is growing so I don't waste time on those who don't bother to comment.
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