Two Queries

So I queried 2 local papers regarding a travel article. I heard back from one. The article is already off to the editor, now it’s time to obsessively check my email until I hear yay or nay.

The travel article was on the Willy Wonka Sing A Long. While this event is over, they have more coming up. Nice little day trip for a family.

Even Better: I actually did it, queried it, and wrote it & sent off. There are no guarantees but I have begun to be who I want to be. Both as a person and a writer.We all know what was going on with me as a person… no need to rehash here.

But I wrote the bare bones of the event down in article format on Sunday (day after the event) so I wouldn’t forget them. Then I went back and added personality and flavor:) At the same time, I queried. I figured even if I didn’t hear back it would be good practice. I can always publish it here, with you.

Except. I heard back from one. It is in the hands of the correct editor at the moment. And like every writer who doesn’t submit enough, I’m obsessively checking my inbox.

Well.

Onwards and upwards. I have another trip this weekend, this time a solo trip to go see a friend. In May, 2 trips. I might just make myself into a travel writer yet!

 

Gearing Up

Tomorrow, the dyspraxic, the agraphobic, and the single mom going through ish are going on an adventure.

For the dyspraxic, I need to remember to reign in my spinning annoyances. Deep breaths, because he’ll pick up on it. I’m also praying that it will not be sensory overload– he ended up in the ER after trying to see Jurassic World, 3D with the great sound system. So… also need to make sure we plan a place to meet just in case. Then there’s the motor skills portion– hopefully he won’t have any major falls or spill but if he does it’s just like at home: Shake it off if you can, don’t let it ruin your day.

I made certain sure my son knows how to pick himself up and dust himself off:)

The agraphobic… well, that part’s harder. Because I don’t know what to do for her. I am straight up kidnapping her tomorrow. She said she was up for it. I bought the tickets. It’s our adventure, darnit! But I think she’ll be fine.

I think sometimes that she doesn’t know when I’m falling apart. That I’m full of fear but I’ve gotten really good at hiding it. Well. It’s what mom’s do, right? We carry on, make sure the show doesn’t get cancelled. Clean up the messes, sooth the savages… er… children LOL. But she knows now. Because I told her.

So that leaves me. The midlife crisis person going flipping crazy with what I want to do and what I know I can do and what will test me beyond my limits. But I’m gonna do it anyways. My hair is in the process of being dyed PINK as I type this. PINK! HA!

For me, I’ve already started running what I need to do for tomorrow. I wanted my hair done for the Willie Wonka Sing Along because really? If you’re going to do it, you need it for that! Clothes are in the dryer.I know where the tickets are, I emailed the box office and they were kind enough to send me lots of information and really great directions.

I’ll pop a note book in my bag. Because the people I’m travelling with know, without a doubt: Wynwords will Write about it.

Ta, my lovelies! I’ll speak  with you soon!

Midlife Mayhem: Writerly Edition

So, I’ve decided to call what’s going on my “Midlife Mayhem.” The year of stupidity is just.. well, no. And dangerous– I don’t know about that one. But midlife mayhem? I can live with that.

Besides, Shonda claimed The Year of saying Yes already:)

Ok: Update time:

Hair is still a little more extreme than I’m used to, but I like it. Still no pink, yet. But it is a coming… tomorrow, to be exact.

Because…

I am going to San Jose to a Willy Wonka sing a long on Saturday and I want my pink hair for it. Yes!!! They have turned my absolute favorite movie into something that sounds akin to Rocky Horror. Whheee! I’m taking my son, and a very good friend, and we’re going on an adventure! I should be scared spitless! But I’m not.

For we are the music makers, and the dreamers of dreams~~ Willy Wonka.

Instead I’m starting to feel excited. Because, you know… I’ve always wanted to do travel writing. Remember, way back last year and I was so bummed? And I was trying out different types of writing? Well, it turns out that what I’m craving in my writing is a connection. Connecting to you guys, connecting to readers, connecting the pieces of me.

In looking at my life, in what I feel and do and etc etc etc, it became clear to me that I’m not just a lazy writer. If I have that connection, I’m writing. I know this, because I still take the time to sit down and write my letters to people that I know and love. Those little letters might not make me tons of money, they might seem like eh, what ever to other people. But for me? I get a quiet joy out of them. It’s peaceful when I sit down to write. And when I don’t, it doesn’t feel right.

This blog sometimes feels like that for me. Like it’s one giant letter to the world. I write in this like I do my letters: a chatty one way conversation. And that’s ok. But we’re going to go exploring, you and I. We’re going to delve into all the mayhem a midlife single mom can get into…

In a fun way, of course.

I’ve already done the party, which was something I absolutely did not ever want to do. But it is done, and perhaps I’ll write about it. Perhaps not.

But I promise an update on the pink hair and the Willy Wonka sing a long!

Year of living dangerous/ Year of stupidity

So many things happened this week. One of which was I watched part of Shonda Rhime’s Ted talk about her year of saying yes. And I thought about that a lot. About saying yes to things, conquering my fear and doing things anyways.

My sister, niece & her family were here for a week. They went to Santa Cruz (my happy place!), San Francisco (I haven’t been in sooo long!). And I worked. The green eyed monster reared its ugly head. Which led me to some ugly truths.

I don’t do what I want to because at some point my fear outweighed my desire. I became paralyzed by it. I didn’t work on Thursday, and I did mostly the things I wanted to do as it was my birthday. I turned 48.

Friday, I went to pick up Ray from my brother’s house. My sister and her family were over there and she had shaved the back of her head and done a few blue streaks. My sister, who is a SENIOR CITIZEN, has been having courage all over the place. She just decided to go back to college. She shaved the back of her head and got blue streaks. She’s AMAZING.

I long for my amaze-ball self to come shining through again, too.

I don’t know if it was all things leading up to the moment, or if I was just so sleep deprived from trying to stay up and visit and still being on my regular schedule. But I had my niece L (my brother’’s daughter) shave the back of my head and give me a reverse bob. She keeps calling it some anime cut, but I just call it hot flash heaven! I was going to finish getting the tips pink, but it hasn’t happened yet because Easter.

Then yesterday, Saturday, I did a few things. Scheduled a trip to Stanford’s Pow Wow in May. Because its something I want to do and it is doable.     Came home, took a nap. Napped some more. Went to go pick up a few things and get gas.

Drove away from the pump with the nozzle still in the car.

Just so you know, apparently it happens more than you might think. They had a little form to fill out, along with costs broken out. It can be anywhere from $13 plus tax to $400.

HOLY CRAPOLA

Suddenly, it no longer felt like being fearless, conquering my fear. Suddenly, it felt like I made one bad decision after another. Exhaustion? Perhaps. Mid Life crisis gone wrong? I felt horrible, humiliated. Too old for this crap.

So I did the only thing I could. I came home and called the friend who would make me laugh about it. I think she may have wet her pants she laughed so hard. But she got me to laugh too.

And suddenly it’s just a scene in the life of. Not the plot, not a plot twist. Just a scene. I can work around that. It doesn’t have to turn my year of living dangerously into the year of stupid mistakes.

I just got the first one out of the way really really quick.

Sides of the Story

The Princeling and I spent the week up in Sacramento~ he was out of school, and since I work up there it made for a much shorter commute. I also got to stay with one of my besties and visit:)

On Tuesday, we went to Chick-Fill-A, as I had never been to one before.

Towards the end of our dinner out, it became obvious that someone else really liked chicken sandwiches: Fox 40 News came in to do a story on Justin Bieber being in the restaurant earlier in the day. We didn’t go there beacause of that or get goofy and try to insert ourselves into the story (I hate that), but it was interesting to watch.

The Princeling watched carefully.  When the camera woman was taking other shots, and Dennis Shanahan, the reporter, obviously had some down time, my little Prince came up with “I wonder what it’s like to be a reporter?”

I looked over, and Mr. Shanahan was not interviewing people nor talking with the camera woman. “Go ask.”

I figured he would get the “It’s great” spiel and a pat on the head. What the Princeling received, however, was a conversation about what it’s really like to be a reporter.There’s down time, but you get to meet a lot of people. And yes, there are news vans, but… and on and on.

No, my Princeling does not want to be a reporter. But he was able to interact with a professional in a way that made me proud. He learned something new, and it gave him a deeper appreciation of the news shows. Mr. Shanahan’s taking the time to speak patiently with The Princeling for those few minutes was unexpected and greatly appreciated. I have officially switch news casts, as I want to hear from a team that cares about the people around them.

Mr. Shanahan’s report is here: http://fox40.com/2016/03/15/justin-bieber-spotted-around-sacramento-before-sold-out-concert/    or you click here

The family in Chick-Fill-A towards the 1 minute mark?

Hi!

 

We had lots more fun up in Sacramento, including a trip to the capitol which… well, that post will come later in the week. There’s lots to talk about my lovelies… Till then!

 

Cover Reveal Day

Cover reveal day is an awesome event for any author. I’m glad that I get to be a part of the reveal of this goregous cover for Shannon Wendtland’s new novel, Heliodor.

 

 

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Blurb:

Malfric sees through the eyes of the dead – literally reliving their last moments as if they were his own. This ability is highly sought and highly priced, which is why the unscrupulous Captain Finch hires him to find the murderer of a nobleman and the whereabouts of a valuable artifact.

Quantex, the able-bodied first mate of Captain Finch, quickly becomes Malfric’s foil as he demonstrates uncommon intelligence during the investigation. Together the two uncover several clues that lead them to the killer, the artifact, and the frayed end of a mysterious plot that begins to unravel the moment Malfric takes it in hand and gives it a good yank.

Available March 22, 2016

 

Congrats, Shannon! It looks like  an awesome read!

 

 

 

Living in Nature

How often do you notice the tree just beyond the gas station? The vineyards that march along beside the road, the green carpeting blanketing the ground?

So many times, I’m just driving. I see it, but don’t really SEE it. I don’t appreciate the beauty of it. Because, well… because I’m used to it.

I am so lucky to travel so many country roads, full of beautiful scenery, both at the start and the end of my day. It takes me about 15 minutes of driving on those country roads to get to the freeway.

And yet, i stopped really seeing what’s around me.

Recently, one of my friends tagged me on the 7 days of Nature challenge on Facebook (**hi Rie!**). I love it. I could just use one of my many, many pictures from the beach. Instead, I started opening my eyes.

Day 1, I posted a picture of the bark on the pine tree in our front yard. It was very pretty, different…

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Day 2’s post got ate my my iPhone, so i used the back up of one of my beach photos… and then they were both there. It was of a very cool tree by the gas station where I go in the morning. Friday’s got eaten completely, a flower blooming unexpectedly.

Today’s picture? Well… it was from a Mini Hike the boyo’s and I took (the princeling and his cousin). About 5 minutes, like I said a mini hike. But so pretty!

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The mini hike was because we were going to a museum on free museum day… along with everyone else is the whole area. But the hike from the overflow parking lot to the museum? A nice little treat.

Most of the time, Facebook feels kind of disconnected from real life. But this challenge? It’s brought me back to looking for the beauty in every day life.

And, it brought me back to a place that centers me. This morning, during Mommy time, I took the time to go to the river and… breathe.

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