Well, now 3yo is sick, too, so it's been an eventful morning. Counting on my super mommy white blood cells to keep me healthy. So far I'm just really, REALLY tired.
Hope he gets better soon. Doctors and nurses are talking about how the flu shot might've missed the mark this year.
Yey the end of crickets! Got one of my full's back... And it's an R&R. She has gone through it so deeply I'm amazed. It is a very big R&R though, like the whole latter half of the book going in a completely different direction kind of big... But... Her ideas are really inspiring. I'm going to have some thinking time then get back to her with my ideas. It is so weird; this time last year i got an R&R, just as extensive, from the same agency! I'm in some kind of loop
Congrats on the R&R!
To quote the offending agent: "I greatly admire your determination but your novel misses on many levels."
And now you know why I needed the treats and wine and hugs.
Feel free to avert your eyes, Antonin, for a sports comment is coming for my Vancouver friends. Yes, I watched the end of the Caps/Panthers game decided by the record-setting, 20-round shoot-off. Which DC lost, of course--to Luongo, in goal.
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With the image of krampus at the top of the page every so often this month, I figure I'll share a bit of a story with you guys.
So, in certain parts of Europe, they celebrate the Feast Day of St. Nicholas. On this day St Nicholas comes to good girls and boys and gives them some candy (and perhaps a toy) if they have been good. If the children have been bad, they get a visit from the devil (or Krampus in certain parts).
This day is also my birthday.
When I was a younger child (I think about 5 or 6), I apparently was a terror who took apart TVs and never gave up my pacifier. My mother kept telling me that I had better behave or the "devil would come and take me away."
On the day of my birthday, I was in my basement in the process of using my brand new TMNT pizza launcher toy to shoot my cousin with tiny plastic pizzas when the lights turned off. I stopped. I heard a deep "ho ho ho" and smiled.
But then I heard a loud banging of chains at the top of the stairs. I stood frozen as I watched to see who would come down. First came St. Nick, dawned in a flowing white robe with a beard that matched. In his hands he held a cane of silver. I thought I was safe.
But then from behind him came a man dressed in black and red with horns on his head and a dark pointy beard. Huge chains rested on his shoulders.
And he stared
directly at me.
I ran behind my mother, shaking with fear behind her. But she pushed me in front of her. She had warned me after all.
So I sucked up my courage and did the best thing I knew how to do.
I started talking smack. "This is dumb, you're not real, those CHAINS aren't real!"
To which the devil placed the chains on my shoulders; they weighed me down. I felt them pulling me to the depths of hell itself.
"So," the devil said, his plastic face showing me no pity, "think you might want to be a good boy now?"
I nodded.
"Gonna give up your pacifier?"
I took the thing out of my pocket and placed it in his hands.
Then he turned and walked away, taking St. Nicholas with him.
I had been a good boy ever since. Well, I mean, until high school, but those were different reasons entirely.