Yes, if you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you have already heard. But it’s so awesome, I’m saying it again. >D
I got the official word yesterday that I have been accepted into the Femme Fatales anthology coming out later this year from Lethe Press. This story will be my first non-self published work released onto the world. 🙂
I will update when I know when the anthology will be out. It’s still in the editing stage and I am doing my level best not to annoy the everlovin crap out of the editor with rapid fire questions like a bored child in the backseat of a car. XD
Since the book isn’t out yet, I didn’t go crazy with celebration. I had a single beer, went to bed early, and slept in instead of waking up at the ass crack of dawn to workout. I certainly live the life, don’t I? XD
I am certainly not resting on my laurels. I may have taken last night to rest my brain but today, I’m back with a vengeance. I’m reading a bunch of writing books (including Writer With A Day Job) to hone my craft even further, strictly enforcing my daily page goals, and making damn sure any writing the world sees is as polished as I can get it. There will be time for gushing and such when there’s a physical book in my hands. I need to work even harder now. 🙂
This Sunday was spent helping my husband clean out the garage. =_= I am sore but not as sore as I thought I would be hauling totes of collectables up and down stairs.
The really cool thing was seeing all of my Granny’s old jewelry and nick-knacks. I remember playing with them when I was a child. Some of them even still smell like her! Part of me never wanted to part with any of the stuff I was rooting through, including my old stuffed animals and toys. Remember Hess trucks? I have one. U-Haul truck? got that, too. Small army of stuffed bunnies? Do I EVER! 😀 But then the darker part of me thinks "I could make a small fortune on Ebay on all this vintage jewelry…"
A lot of it I will NOT be selling. This is my Granny’s stuff. Off limits. My stuff however; and Ma’s collectibles, those are fair game.
I am frightened, FRIGHTENED, by the sheer volume of Xena and Star Trek merchandise my Ma managed to amass over the years. I’ve got the green light to unload the Xena stuff but I’m holding off on the Star Trek stuff. Ma has the complete set of dolls still unopened in the boxes. I’m waiting till we have the choice of either sell those or lose the house.
In health news, I haven’t lost anymore weight but Ma is not doing much better. Granted, she’s moving around the house and driving ok, but she’s still not able to do things like NOT lay in bed all day. She HATES it. I use that word with complete impunity here – hate with a capital ATE. I know how that feels when I’m laid up with a cold or a sprained ankle so I can’t imagine how it must feel when there is no end in sight to your sickness and you go from doing whatever you want to virtually bed ridden in a matter of weeks. It sucks.
So far, there has been no change or new reports from the doctors. Ma is back on her chemo and walking around with an oxygen tank but she’s more mobile than a couple weeks ago.
As for me? I need to get my shit together. I need to get driving and get as self-sufficient as possible so I can take care of Mom the way she took care of Granny. I know I must have told myself this a bajillion times but I still keep letting Ma do what she wants but she’s not able anymore. She needs rest.
I haven’t heard back from the editor on my story yet. I’ve already emailed her the changes twice and that’s more than enough. I don’t want to get annoying. ._.
I think that’s everything… *ponders* Eh, if I forgot something, you’ll just have to get another update from me. So there. 😉
Today was not easy. I went with Mom to the pulmonologist and he decreed her eligible for the oxygen machine… That we already had delivered. 9_9 And because Mom had the doctor’s appointment, she didn’t take her shingles meds in the morning, leaving her in pain. I dunno which would have been worse: nausea and dizziness from the meds (I would have driven the car) or the pain? But hey, she made the call, for better or worse.
We have a follow-up with him in two weeks.
But getting home was a nightmare. I could see tears in her eyes from the pain. It was just unreal… By the time I got her home, medicated, and laying down, I was in tears myself. It took the rest of the day for me to just calm down and try and get some work done. It really is the shingles messing with her. When Mom takes the medication, she’s… Is "fine" really the word to use for slightly less excruciating nerve pain?
On the plus side, I got a positive response to my query! I’m making the changes the editor asked for and will resubmit the short story to her by Friday.
Tomorrow is not only my daughter’s birthday, but also the Summer Solstice. 🙂 I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do anything fancy but I did leave out an apple as an offering today. Better to strike while the iron is hot, right? I did spot a statue that would be perfect for an outside altar (till I can afford the one I really want) but I will be totally honest, I do NOT have my head together to plan much beyond "Edit story. Child needs birthday cake." So you’ll have to forgive the lack of interaction from me. If you can, I’m sure the gods will.
I do feel my duty as a daughter could have been done better. I really froze. I need to be slightly less of a complete spaz and get my shit together. >_< Mom needs my help and since I never would have made it this car without her, she deserves my best.
I am currently up to seven rejections and while they don’t sting nearly as much as that first one did, I’ve been considering other ways to offer my book to the public. This makes me wonder what I really want from this. Do I want to make money at this? Do I want fame? Do I want to be ‘taken seriously?’
Or should I dummy up and just keep at it? XD That’s probably what I’ll do anyway. ^_^