On this day November 29, 2011, It has been; roughly: 3 years, 4 months, 20 days, I can only guess the hours, minutes, seconds ~
that I received a contract from a Publisher for a book I had written.
I have to admit, I felt like I had been forgotten. Then I got a itsy bitsy disheartened.
A lil discouraged.
I know. I know. If I quit, wouldn’t that just make me a snit?
And so, I thought about it for a moment….
I don’t want to be a snit. Snitty is so, so snotty!
So, I wrote this post to let ya’ll know ~ all my dedicated followers ~ now in the high numbers of 00000000,000000,003, because I know yall care and want to see me get published, that I have made up my mind and….
I’m not gonna give up!!!
Or pull all my hair out (all 11 of them.)
I even found this sweet lil poem for yall.
ok ~ and for me.
When things go wrong, as they
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
~ Author unknown
Feeling better about any lil setbacks you may be going through??
I especially felt better when I finished this post, saved it in my drafts and within an hour received an e mail from my editor at Oak Tara Publishers.
Wanna know what it said?
Bella Blue and A Dratted Blah Blah Day will be published by Christmas 2011!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rest if you must….but don’t you quit!
1. An intense rumbling activates or awakens the volcano.
It is still raining when we get home last night from taking Izzy to the pulmonologist in Atlanta.
2. Eventually the volcano will start to shake or rumble.
Opening the door to a cold and dark house, we all jump the hurdle of Christmas tree clippings that are scattered on the living room floor from Saturday night.
I water Christmas tree, let the dogs in, one of us forgot to leave food out for them; good thing they had excess fat to fall back on for the night. Jake brings in the full garbage can, one of us forgot to take the trash can to the street.
I press preheat on the oven to warm dinner; then remember I didn’t go to the grocery store. left over pizza from last week will have to suffice.
Izzy jumps in the shower.
Stare blankly around the kitchen wondering aloud “who didn’t finish doing the dishes before we left? Whose spilt eggnog is it, anyway?”
Stagger into my room to take long bath.
The dog pooped on my bathroom floor
He’s free. Comes loaded with his own poop and everything!
My mother calls.
“Hey – listen, did you not get my message? I called you at 11:30, I asked you to text your brother, I had just been to TJ Maxx, came home and was locked out of the house. I needed you to……”
3. Ash and molten rock will start to billow out.
“No I didn’t. I was at the pulomonologist with Izzy. Remember? The doctor’s appointment we’d been planning for over a month now? Ring a bell?
“Oh yes, I know. What did he say?” Asks my mother.
“He suggested about five different tests for her: a camera scope, another cat scan, further immune system blood work, a bronchial scope and oh ~ a sweat test.”
“Horses sweat, men perspire and ladies glow, remember? So, it would be called a Glow test.”
“Sweat test.” I repeat.
“What’s a sweat test???? That sounds gross. Never heard of that one.”
4. In an explosive eruption volcanic ash and molten rocks and magma/lava will fly into the air most likely destroying the volcano itself such as mt. St. Helen’s.
And there she blew.
Loudly, I might add.
My children take cover from explosion ~ jolting bedroom doors and hiding in back of closet.
Dogs make a B line under beds.
5. Anything in its destructive path will be destroyed!
A lot of loud, ugly words are involved.
From my mouth. Not my mother’s mouth.
Then crying. (Me)
“A sweat test will determine if she has cystic fibrosis!!!!!!!!”
More crying. (Me. Then my mother.)
More molten lava hysteria follows.
Once again, just me.
After volcano erupts and molten lava is hurled forth, my mother calls back later in the night saying she’s been on the Mayo Clinic web site and asks me to ‘lick Izzy.’
“Yes, lick her arm to see if it’s salty. It’s a tell-tale sign.”
So I lick Izzy.
Izzy looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
Then, she licks me back.
No salt detected.
Volcano now sits dormant.
“Please rub us, we hurt and we’re hot; like little coal embers in the Matriarch’s fireplace.
Flicker Flicker Flicker. Ouch.
“We hurt, momma. Do something!”
I tried to console them. “Look here Lefty and Righty, go back to sleep, you’ve got a big day tomorrow and I’ll be leaning on you to behave! Do you understand me? Now quit bothering me and go back to bed!”
Lefty never listens to me. “I think it was that new pair of shoes you bought the other day at Marshalls. I told you not to buy them. They weren’t even your size. You wear a 7. These were an 8. Then you snagged a pair of Jake’s socks to pad the extra room; still we rolled around in those new boots all day.”
“There were so higggghhhh.” Whines Righty.
“Quit your blubbering, both of you!!!! You both shoulda been very comfy, especially since I had to add all that additional padding!”
“It’s not just the new boots…well……YOU tell her, Lefty.”
“What now???” I ask in exasperation!!!!!
“Well, to be honest with you, it’s your nerves.”
“You mean the ones you both are getting on?”
“No,” Lefty whispers. “I think you worry too much about things that don’t matter.”
I limp to the bathroom; looking for my melatonin with pain meds included. Horrors! All gone! I stare into the loaded medicine cabinet and I say out loud: “At least I have medicine at all. Some people look in their cabinets and only find leaky faucets. I’ve got aspirin ~ 3 different different kinds, cough syrup for Izzy and PHEW ~ a stoutly stash of Gas X for Jake when he jumps into the chocolate chip cookies!”
I am thankful that I have the essential medicines I truly need.
“What about the burning?” Righty continues.
“Well, be thankful that both of you are still hooked to my legs.” I tell them. This seems to shut them up….for about 60 seconds. I make my way back to bed and pull Lefty and Righty close to me.
“Let’s stop thinking of what’s wrong and start thinking of what’s right…what we are thankful for…. Duh, it is Thanksgiving… ”
I’m thankful for all my devoted followers…all two of you.
Both of which I had to personally hand plug your names into my followers list (because you are MY CHILDREN!!) Even though I had to barter with Jake to review my posts by scratching his back as he reads. Not to mention Izzy who eagerly awaits the re opening of school so she will not have to help me with my blog any more. (I’ll just wait till you get home, my little pretty!!!!!!)
Nevertheless, I am thankful for my followers.
I am thankful for the food and family we shared dinner with tonight. (it’s only 3:17 a.m.so wouldn’t it still be tonight vrs. last night?) Despite the fact that I over cooked the cheesecake, broiled the turkey upside down and forgot to remove the giblets bag, dropped the platter of hor derves (why do yall think they were so miss-shapened? They used to be round before they hit the deck,) and caught the dog drinking from the brine water.
Nevertheless, I am thankful for my family and the food that we had together.
Right and Lefty fell back asleep around 5:38 a.m. I stayed up a lil longer….wondering if I really needed to confess to the fam that I dropped the hor’derves and caught the dog sampling the brine that their turkey soaked in…..