Friday, December 17, 2010

Finally Friday

I had the flu this week. Not fun. I stayed home Tuesday and Wednesday, but I could have stayed home yesterday too. I still don't feel like myself. Mostly because I'm getting a sore throat now. Just love this time of year. I'm already down and I'll be exposed to all kinds of family germs in the next couple of weeks. Gotta love it.

So while I was home, and when I started to feel a little better, I wrapped Christmas presents. I HATE wrapping presents. Because I suck at it. But it's done and I'm excited about that. Well, the kids' gifts are done. I still have to wrap my parents' gifts. And I have to buy something for the babysitter's kids yet. I may be crazy, but I'm going to try and get that done after work today. My boss is having a Christmas party and I don't want to go home before I go because that's a drive all the way out of town and then back. I don't like driving at night anyway. But this will probably be my last chance to get anything for anybody, so I've been sitting here jotting notes down every time I think of something.

For example, I am in charge of filling my mom's stocking. It's pretty easy, really. Office supplies and chocolate. Easy peasy. And I already have a couple things. So I'll browse a little and see what else I can find.

And...on the writing's been quiet. I've got my ideas and my little notebook sitting right here. I've got at least three unfinished stories to work on. I need to focus. I have a hard time focusing. It's been a long time since I actually finished something. I mean full on, completely and totally finished. It really sucks. It's not satisfying at all. It's very frustrating.

Most of the time, I think I'm holding myself back. I could write. I could find the time. If I really and truly wanted to do it, I could. So why don't I?!

Monday, December 13, 2010

Weekend Recap

I had a sick kid over the weekend. This is where you get into the glamorous part of parenting. Cleaning up vomit in the middle of the night. Then you sit there and suffer right along with them. It's all part of it, though. You take the good with the bad. And it was bad. About every half-hour or so. I ended up sleeping on the couch with him and holding the bucket every time. Grandma and Grandpa had to brave the below zero temps and wind yesterday to bring soup, since I didn't have any. But they don't mind doing stuff like that for the kids. My brother and I joke that the grandkids rank at the top. Then it's the dogs. Then him and I are at the very bottom.

Anyway, he's only five, but I hope he remembers these moments. Because as bad as they seem, I think they are the moments when your true colors as a parent shine through. Except for not having the soup, I think I did pretty well.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Finally Friday

I hate it when I get a good idea for something to post about and then by the time I get around to posting, I've forgotten my good idea. I need to be more focused and organized in my posts. Maybe I'll work on that this weekend. Along with the hundred other things I have to do.

So, let's start with...Christmas. Probably not my favorite holiday. It's too stressful. Ever since I had kids, there's too much pressure. Gotta get the good presents. Gotta keep them happy. Gotta give my mother-in-law ideas for presents so she's the favorite grandma. I just can't take it. My son wants drums. And a guitar. And a mircophone. He's going to be a whole band by himself, apparently. But we have a small house with no place for a whole drum set. Plus, he's only five. This is, most likely, a passing fancy. So I found him a drum. One drum. But it comes with a harmonica and maracas, I think. That should satisfy what I think is his desire to make a lot of noise. Great.

The daughter is harder to shop for. You'd think a three year old girl would be easy. Dolls. Barbies. Stuffed animals. Easy. Not really. She won't tell me anything she wants. She has about twenty babies already. Again, small house, so not a lot of room for baby accessories. But I think that's what she is getting. I did get her another doll. And a Barbie car. And puzzles. Both kids like to do puzzles.

My husband is a total scrooge (meaning he's too tight to spend any money on gifts). He hates the whole idea of presents. He's not a shopper anyway. So I buy my own birthday gift if I feel like it. I also buy myself anything and everything I want for Christmas. It's an excuse to go shopping. Not like I go overboard. But it's always an excuse for new pajamas and slippers and warm fuzzy socks. Because I am hard on socks and slippers, I need new ones every year. I did buy nicer slippers this year (hard soles), so maybe they will last a little longer.

But, in the end, it boils down to the fact that we don't really *need* all this stuff. We do it because it's Christmas. It's what we're *supposed* to do. But that's not what Christmas is about. Didn't we learn anything from Charlie Brown?!

Thursday, December 2, 2010


This whole publishing game is a mystery to me. The processes you follow, the steps you take. It's like a puzzle and you have to get the pieces to fit in order to "win." I'm not even sure how I first discovered you need to start with a literary agent. But even the process leading up to that search boggles my mind.

I read a lot of articles and blogs about becoming a better writer, how to write a better novel, so on and so forth. Maybe I read too much. Maybe that's the problem. I need to stop reading about how to do it and just read the books that are already published. Because that's how it gets done.

For the most part, I read all this and I'm left feeling really confused. I know you can't put the pen to the paper and expect fantastic results the first time around. But all the "rules" that are thrown around. I guess the one I struggle with the most is show vs. tell. Because I think I tell. I've seen all this stuff telling you not to do it and not enough on how to fix it.

This is when I get frustrated and discouraged. I think to myself that writing is supposed to be fun. I've always done it because I enjoy it. When it's not fun anymore, I want to quit. But if I want to get published, I can't quit. So...what's a wannabe writer to do?!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Is It Only Wednesday?

If I have to hear my boss say how "livid" she is one more time today, I might scream. Yes, there are computer issues. Yes, we are all frustrated. But we can't do anything about it. So stop complaining.

Now, on with the entry...

I didn't win NaNoWriMo this year. I just can't completely put my life on hold like that for a month. I did get a good start and hopefully this is something I can finish. Sometimes I have a problem with seeing things through until the end. We'll see what happens this time.

And, along those same lines, I've started a weight loss journey. Now, I'm completely and totally content with how I look. BUT I know I'm not healthy and I'm tired of my clothes not fitting anymore. It just so happens that they started a fitness challenge over at Kind Over Matter (I don't know how to link, so you'll just have to google it). I signed up at and downloaded their app on my iPhone. I've been tracking my food and exercise for a week now. I have managed to maintain my weight, which is better than gaining. And I realize I won't lose anything until I start to eat better. I have managed to control my snacking because I feel guilty if I "cheat" and don't record something. Now I just need to watch portions and more healthy foods. Hopefully this is something I will be able to see through to the end.