Catching up...
Hey gang...
I just thought I'd take a minute, after reading all of your blogs today , to bring you up to speed on the life of the pregnant-poet-pud...
Ever since the "held up at knifepoint" incident, I've been feeling pretty winded. The gestational diabetes makes it hard to get enough calories, and so all I do is read, sleep, eat low-carb foods, try to find a way to sit comfortably on the couch, consume vast quantities of sugarfree popsicles, and try to wrap up projects (for fear I won't finish them if the baby comes first). I'm not complaining (or I don't mean to be, anyway), and in fact, I feel damn lucky I have a set-up that allows the aformentioned lifestyle. I can't even imagine dealing with all of this while working my old job...
I think of pregnant women down in salt and coal mines, or working in sweatshops, and feel really lucky. Then I feel really bad for being so lucky. Then I watch more Court TV.
But inside my head I'm super good! I think I've (finally) finished the second draft of my kiddie novel ("Up and Down the Scratchy Mountains"). "Half/Life" is DONE and out of my hands (for the most part). You'll be able to buy it in a bookstore near you in April, just in time for (ulp) East-over. And "Daphne and Jim" is completed, and in to the press. We're just tinkering now, trying to decide (after an interesting conversation with Shanna) whether I want to use blurbs or not, include an epilogue, etc.
So I'm using this stretch to fine-tune the "Scratchy Mountains" before sending it out in search of a kiddie agent (my agent won't handle kiddie writing, will yours?) and I'm (of course and ARGH) sending the poems out for one more ring-around-the-rosie in contest land. I assume you are too, and good luck to you all.
If you are now thinking, "This chick is INSANE!!!! She's having a kid in a few weeks and won't stop working!!!" then you should probably call my mother and tell her you think she's right (which she always is).
But think about it like this... in a few weeks, my life will change forever. In a few weeks, my schedule will be arranged around diapers and breastfeeding and I'll be on a two-hour-at-a-stretch sleep cycle. I can't help feeling like this last hard PUSH will make it a lot easier for me to give in to the new system.
Like, as long as I know I've done my share of ass-busting for this fall and winter, I'll allow myself to slip, without so much guilt, into just loving my kid and sleeping when I can, and so on... and so on....
Eh?
I just thought I'd take a minute, after reading all of your blogs today , to bring you up to speed on the life of the pregnant-poet-pud...
Ever since the "held up at knifepoint" incident, I've been feeling pretty winded. The gestational diabetes makes it hard to get enough calories, and so all I do is read, sleep, eat low-carb foods, try to find a way to sit comfortably on the couch, consume vast quantities of sugarfree popsicles, and try to wrap up projects (for fear I won't finish them if the baby comes first). I'm not complaining (or I don't mean to be, anyway), and in fact, I feel damn lucky I have a set-up that allows the aformentioned lifestyle. I can't even imagine dealing with all of this while working my old job...
I think of pregnant women down in salt and coal mines, or working in sweatshops, and feel really lucky. Then I feel really bad for being so lucky. Then I watch more Court TV.
But inside my head I'm super good! I think I've (finally) finished the second draft of my kiddie novel ("Up and Down the Scratchy Mountains"). "Half/Life" is DONE and out of my hands (for the most part). You'll be able to buy it in a bookstore near you in April, just in time for (ulp) East-over. And "Daphne and Jim" is completed, and in to the press. We're just tinkering now, trying to decide (after an interesting conversation with Shanna) whether I want to use blurbs or not, include an epilogue, etc.
So I'm using this stretch to fine-tune the "Scratchy Mountains" before sending it out in search of a kiddie agent (my agent won't handle kiddie writing, will yours?) and I'm (of course and ARGH) sending the poems out for one more ring-around-the-rosie in contest land. I assume you are too, and good luck to you all.
If you are now thinking, "This chick is INSANE!!!! She's having a kid in a few weeks and won't stop working!!!" then you should probably call my mother and tell her you think she's right (which she always is).
But think about it like this... in a few weeks, my life will change forever. In a few weeks, my schedule will be arranged around diapers and breastfeeding and I'll be on a two-hour-at-a-stretch sleep cycle. I can't help feeling like this last hard PUSH will make it a lot easier for me to give in to the new system.
Like, as long as I know I've done my share of ass-busting for this fall and winter, I'll allow myself to slip, without so much guilt, into just loving my kid and sleeping when I can, and so on... and so on....
Eh?
1 Comments:
Laurel: Sounds like you've got the chops to be a great mom and writer.
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