Yay! I'm no longer feeling blase! And now that I'm feeling comfortable in my skin again, I've realized two things (well, probably more than two, but we'll start with these):
1- It's amazing what a crock pot can do. (More on this further down)
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2- I should kick my own ass over that last entry.
While I will admit that it was quite theraputic, I should really kick my own ass. I spent nearly two days feeling sorry for myself, and not even for a good reason. For godssake, I went on and on (and on and on and on) whining that I don't get paid to stay home with and raise my kids! Even more pathetic, although neither it nor the kitchen sink made it into the entry, part of the whininess was because I was sitting there drinking my last cup of my last pot of my last bag of Starbucks- not even the only coffee in the house mind you, just the best. Forget kicking my ass, I should be shot.
As far as the other issues raised, more info will be posted as it's figured out. That or joyous tidings of lottery winning and six figure book deals- hey, hope springs eternal.
Back to one. I got my free crock pot (and my free coffee grinder, which I like even if no one on Amazon seemed to. What can I say? You can't beat the price.) a few days ago, courtesy of one of my 12 survey companies. The first thing I made (at 4:30in the morning) was Italian chili. It turned out really well, and for some reason I found that very comforting. I've never used a crock pot or made chili before, so it was a cool personal accomplishment, even if I did have a recipe to follow. I wonder how many people get more comfort out of cooking "comfort food" than eating it?
So that's most of what's going on. On the writing front, I've been reading a lot (how unusual x-D ) from some of the authors who've written for Writer's Digest, and I have come to one conclusion- I AM PUBLISHABLE! If these books can see a publishing house, mine should too, because, yikes... Yikes. Not that the books are horrible, but they're certainly not up to what I would expect. I'm withholding final judgement until I read one of the novels I picked up by James Rollins. I've read and loved some of his works under his other pen name (James Clemens), so if I think RJ's stuff is hackish, then I'll chalk this all up to the writers being from different genres than I normally read. That said, I can generally tell the difference between bad writing and disliking the book.
I'm not saying my novels don't need massive work, but at least I no longer feel like an untalented hack with delusions of authordom.
And as another personal feat, my mom gave me her Betta (the pretty Japanese fighting fish). I've had it 2 days now and it's still alive. For me, this is an accomplishment heretofore unequalled, however sad that is to admit.
Posted by Jenn at November 16, 2005 01:57 AM