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It’s official

Two of D3’s five missing adult teeth are in the process of coming in (or out, really, if you think about). The dentist says it rare but sometimes there are two sets of adult teeth and it most cases it’s not a good thing.

But this time it is! It is her front two adult even. I’m stoked. She’s still missing a back tooth and two in the front but she has a very small mouth and doesn’t have room for them anyway so that saves the orthodontist from having to pull out teeth.

Yes, I said orthodontist. She has an over-bite on one side and an under-bite on the other. It can be fixed now while she’s young but if I wait too long it means surgery.  She also has one baby tooth fused to the  bone (with no adult tooth under) and another molar growing at a 45 degree angle and if you’re keeping score, one cavity.

She was a trooper, always is though.  Next week is D4’s second appointment. It won’t be quite as traumatic for me but I imagine it’s going to  be a bit harder to put her in that chair.

Now I just have to figure out how to pay for all this. 🙂

I think it’s ironic that less than a day after I wrote that I had no patience for how slow it seems I’m progressing on this manuscript, I would have two days in a row where I can’t write. Today, I have cold and the what-did-I-come-in-here-for? fugue. Medicine helps the symptoms but makes me even more of a space case. I couldn’t find my head if it was attached to my shoulders today. (One of my grandma’s sayings.) So I’m not going to write. I did sit down with today’s chapter in front of me and soon realized that even if I did get through it, I wouldn’t trust my edits. So I (wisely) put it away and lay down on the couch to watch cartoons with D4.  Yup, soup for dinner.

Tomorrow I have to go to award ceremonies at the school. One at 10:45 and one at 1:15. It’s a good thing the school is five minutes away… walking. And tomorrow night is Family night. So I might be able to get some writing in between 1:45 and 2:45 (when the kids get home) but I doubt it.

I think I’m getting a lesson in patience. 

I’ve been writing this blog for a little over three months and I’ve been wondering today exactly what it should be about. Is it a writing blog? A family blog? Well, I’ve come to a conclusion. It is what the title says: just another day in my life. Some days are more interesting than others, but that’s life. Here, I’ll write about what consumes my time–namely writing, my family and my garden. I really do hope something of what I say makes you smile, lets you know you’re not alone, motivates, or touches you in some way.

If so then I will consider it a success.

Ah man, I’m getting sentimental, must be the cold.

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An update

A pot of fresh chamomile tea and a day in my comfiest sweats and I feel a bit more level, well a bit more like myself anyway.

Today I caught up on all my favorite blogs. Some I check daily, but with most it’s hit or miss. Many of these are blogs written by other writers, some published, some not. And it seems to me that angst is just a part of any writer’s life. You see, as I was reading said blogs, (One of them about angst, by the way) I happened upon a comment I made a few days back. The author of the blog had responded to it, as she often does, in a friendly manner but I was horrified because of a huge grammatical error in my comment. Instant angst. What is she going to think?!?

If you read this blog at all, or if I’ve commented on yours, I’m sure you’ve noticed I don’t spend a lot of time on punctuation or grammar. It was a conscious decision made because I didn’t want to edit my stream of consciousness babble. But that huge grammatical error got me thinking. I am trying to break into the world of writing and all anyone sees of it, of me, is this. My blog, my comments. They represent me. And so the angst. You see, I’m fully aware of the incomplete sentences preceding this one. They were used because that is the way my mind works, and whether, or not, they are used effectively, I will leave up to you. Of course this is a very small source of the general angst with which a writer must deal. (How’s that for not ending a sentence in a preposition?) But right now, I can handle the little angst, it’s the big ones that will keep me up at night and I won’t go there.

 

I thought it might be a good time to drift from the writing world into some of the funny things that happen around here. Funny to me anyway, I’ll let you decide.

1.      Today as I rounded the curve from the kitchen into the living room where D4 was playing, she looked up and said, “Oh, it’s you.” I asked her who she thought it was (we were alone) She looked thoughtful said, “Well, it could be a monster or a pig or you.” …  I’d love to know how a 3 year old’s brain works.

2.      OB hates changing clothes in the winter and getting him to take a bath, well, I have to stand at the door to make sure he gets in the water. The other morning, he shows up for breakfast in the shirt I knew he’d worn the day before and slept in (yes, he put it  back on after his bath) Without saying a word, I went into his closet, grabbed and new undershirt, a long sleeved shirt and handed them to him saying, “Put them on.” Well, he comes out of his room 15 minutes later, just as he has to leave for school. I note that he does indeed have the new shirt and undershirt on, and then when he reaches up to let me kiss him on the top of the head, I notice he’s put the two new shirts on over the two dirty shirts. Yup, 4 shirts. I probably sounded like porky pig. But I let him go to school that way. I don’t know how an 11 year old boy’s mind works either

3.      Today my sister came over to watch D4 so I could work for a bit (and to do her laundry) A half hour into it she walked into my room and sat down on my bed and said. “I know, I’m sorry.” (standard reply to the evil look I was giving her about disrupting my muse) She continued, “I was playing with (D4) and she was naming her animals. She named the first one Dora, the second one Arthur and the third one Dirt.” My sister started giggling and said, “I asked her, “Dirt as in dirty?” And D4 said, “Yeah, but just Dirt.”

 

Dirt the cat… go figure.

 

Did I ever tell you our cat’s name is Meow? But that’s another story for another time.

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Because I’m still working on that deadline and because I happen to agree with everything she says, I copied this from  http://jenniferleeland.wordpress.com

An awesome site by the way. : )

 

 It’s a common fact, not an urban myth, that writers are “sensitive”. The dictionary has thirteen different definitions of “Sensitive”. Perfect, right?

 1. endowed with sensation; having perception through the senses. I, personally, know when I write I seem to channel my characters. It’s a little weird sometimes.

 2. readily or excessively affected by external agencies or influences. Writers are acutely aware of the opinions of readers, reviewers, agents, editors, fellow authors…you get the point.

3. having acute mental or emotional sensibility; aware of and responsive to the feelings of others. Writing a book about a character means you have to be aware of other people’s feelings. This isn’t always true for me, but it often is.

4. easily pained, annoyed, etc. You all have seen this every Monday on my “Just Sayin’” days. But I think we are easily annoyed. If you doubt me, find a writer you know and interrupt them when they’re writing.

5. pertaining to or connected with the senses or sensation. I know a bunch of words to describe nervousness. And fear. And anger. **And don’t forget how to ‘show’ not tell it** : )

6. Physiology. having a low threshold of sensation or feeling. I don’t know if this is true or not, but it sure seems like it. LOL.

7. responding to stimuli, as leaves that move when touched. If you’re not the Redneck and you “touch” me? I’ll leave. That works, right? Okay, I’m reaching here I know.

8. highly responsive to certain agents, as photographic plates, films, or paper. You should have seen us all posing at the RWA conference. HIGHLY responsive.

9. affected or likely to be affected by a specified stimulus (used in combination): price-sensitive markets. Yep. You all stop buying my books and I’m likely to be stimulated….to cry. LOL.

10. involving work, duties, or information of a highly secret or delicate nature, esp. in government: a sensitive position in the State Department. I can’t tell you or I’d have to kill you.

11. requiring tact or caution; delicate; touchy: a sensitive topic. Um, this describes every interaction I have with other authors. LOL. Okay, it’s not that bad. Well, maybe with the Redneck Poet. LOL.

12. constructed to indicate, measure, or be affected by small amounts or changes, as a balance or thermometer. Yep. We are very sensitive to changes. Don’t believe me? Just watch writers on Twitter when there’s been bad weather all over and SNOW DAYS are declared. It’s ugly I tell you.

13. Radio. easily affected by external influences, esp. by radio waves. You know, at first we’re easily affected by external influences…..and then we’re not. LOL. Okay, that was just for fun. I was just thinking tonight about how the writing life is filled with “Peaks and Valleys” as the Redneck called them. It’s been an up and down week. I’ve had excellent reviews. I’ve had several people tell me they love my stuff. I’ve been given lots of support. I’ve also had pretty tough edits, two rejections and lots of confidence smashers. Ups and downs. Peaks and Valleys. We’re sensitive, man! LOL.

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