Life can be not-so-glamorous, but lately I've felt like my family is under scrutiny of the paparazzi. Not peering through the bushes, but instead like our personal business is set underneath a giant magnifying glass.
And it's hard. People can pass judgment without knowing the whole story, except that which the tabloid in their mind chooses to print. To those among "the inner circle," we need give no explanations.
Feeling misunderstood--or worse, misjudged--really hurts. We can only rally around each other as a family and pray that this too shall pass. It will. Nothing earth-shattering, but let's just say our world has been shaken a bit. Life brings changes, and sometimes bittersweet ones. My only sadness in this change is the hurt it's caused us.
The fishpond has felt mighty small lately. I'm waiting for another small fish to be the big news.
Sigh...now I know how Britney feels.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
A Tunnel With Light at the End
I've been trying something new and rewriting cliches lately; hence, my blog post title.
Anyway, I'm so glad I'm almost at the end of this book. I love this story and I'm happy with A Suspicion of Strawberries. While part of me still has doubts and is tied up in knots, I realize I've got to wind it down and to the best I can. I've learned so much through this book. Most of it is about persisting in BIC time (butt in chair) and not fretting. I have awesome critique partners who don't hesitate to tell me what's right and what's wrong, and for that I'm grateful.
The crazy thing is that you'd think my life outside writing would be quiet the closer I get to deadline. HA!! We had a family uproar this weekend, and I'm thankful it's over for the most part. It was an external battle, lest anyone thing my family is in chaos. If anything, this has brought us closer together, plus some other close friends have grown closer to us. I'm still reminded about how much grace I need and how much farther I have to go. Plus, I'm learning to write in spite of everything else going on around me.
Lemme tell you, it can be difficult. But it's happening.
Oh! My coauthors of Windswept Weddings have an interview posted at Lena Nelson Dooley's blog. I really enjoyed participating. Check it out.
Anyway, I'm so glad I'm almost at the end of this book. I love this story and I'm happy with A Suspicion of Strawberries. While part of me still has doubts and is tied up in knots, I realize I've got to wind it down and to the best I can. I've learned so much through this book. Most of it is about persisting in BIC time (butt in chair) and not fretting. I have awesome critique partners who don't hesitate to tell me what's right and what's wrong, and for that I'm grateful.
The crazy thing is that you'd think my life outside writing would be quiet the closer I get to deadline. HA!! We had a family uproar this weekend, and I'm thankful it's over for the most part. It was an external battle, lest anyone thing my family is in chaos. If anything, this has brought us closer together, plus some other close friends have grown closer to us. I'm still reminded about how much grace I need and how much farther I have to go. Plus, I'm learning to write in spite of everything else going on around me.
Lemme tell you, it can be difficult. But it's happening.
Oh! My coauthors of Windswept Weddings have an interview posted at Lena Nelson Dooley's blog. I really enjoyed participating. Check it out.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Deadline Observations
Pop and Drop is a really, really fun game.
I really get the munchies on deadline. The degree of munchiness goes up corresponding to the book's word count.
Once the deadline is over and this book is turned in, I'm going to get a massage.
My family had fish sticks for dinner tonight.
Personal hassles and family fun do not stop because of deadlines.
I need a laptop so I can go disappear somewhere with no Internet and no phone. A cat maybe, and a nice glass of sweet tea. But otherwise no modern conveniences.
Deadlines show what you're really made of. Gulp.
I really get the munchies on deadline. The degree of munchiness goes up corresponding to the book's word count.
Once the deadline is over and this book is turned in, I'm going to get a massage.
My family had fish sticks for dinner tonight.
Personal hassles and family fun do not stop because of deadlines.
I need a laptop so I can go disappear somewhere with no Internet and no phone. A cat maybe, and a nice glass of sweet tea. But otherwise no modern conveniences.
Deadlines show what you're really made of. Gulp.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Huh?
While on deadline, I find my family's occupied themselves in various ways. But on this, I must speak.
What is up with the fascination with 30-year-old game show reruns? Every night, Game Show Network plays old episodes of long-gone game shows. Anyone remember Match Game? I remember watching that with my parents sometimes, back in the 70's in all its shrieking orange, wide-lapel, polyester glory. Holy cow, what innuendo. I never knew then what was supposedly so funny. But Gene Rayburn always scared me a little. Reminded me of Dracula with his dark hair and hollow cheekbones.
Anyway, I'll be at the computer and like clockwork at 10:00 p.m. CST, I hear the cheesy bwooww-bwoww music and the trumpets for "Match Game 74."
Why? I can chuckle at the clothes and set decoration, but after that I'm done with it.
Those people are gone. The money's spent. The new car prizes are already rusted out in some junkyard somewhere.
I just don't see the point in spending my time watching.
Back to Greenberg, Tennessee. Andi and her longtime BF are having a talk, and finally I think they're getting to an issue. Hey, gotta have that 20% romance in the cozy, ya know. Plus, my sweet critique partner thought Andi was being a little mean to Ben. I'll see what I can do.
Later!
P.S. My early crankiness from this week has gone. So if a dead body shows up, I had nothing whatsoever to do with it.
What is up with the fascination with 30-year-old game show reruns? Every night, Game Show Network plays old episodes of long-gone game shows. Anyone remember Match Game? I remember watching that with my parents sometimes, back in the 70's in all its shrieking orange, wide-lapel, polyester glory. Holy cow, what innuendo. I never knew then what was supposedly so funny. But Gene Rayburn always scared me a little. Reminded me of Dracula with his dark hair and hollow cheekbones.
Anyway, I'll be at the computer and like clockwork at 10:00 p.m. CST, I hear the cheesy bwooww-bwoww music and the trumpets for "Match Game 74."
Why? I can chuckle at the clothes and set decoration, but after that I'm done with it.
Those people are gone. The money's spent. The new car prizes are already rusted out in some junkyard somewhere.
I just don't see the point in spending my time watching.
Back to Greenberg, Tennessee. Andi and her longtime BF are having a talk, and finally I think they're getting to an issue. Hey, gotta have that 20% romance in the cozy, ya know. Plus, my sweet critique partner thought Andi was being a little mean to Ben. I'll see what I can do.
Later!
P.S. My early crankiness from this week has gone. So if a dead body shows up, I had nothing whatsoever to do with it.
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