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This is going to be a good week, I think. On Wednesday, I'm heading up to God's country--Hollywood--the only place to be as far I'm concerned. Karakter Productions has promised to buy me lunch if I sit in the audience of a new reality dating and music show called, "Love Song." Hey, I will work for food, I just hope that Jonathan the intern knows that I'm a vegetarian...
After the show, I'll take one more sniff of polluted air to last me, and then head south for the first Barnes & Noble I can find. I'm finally going to buy my first Nook Tablet and I can't wait to download my first book on it. Hurray! Mindy enters the twenty-first century. Normally, I wouldn't spend that much money on myself but I am down two dogs and November 14 is my fifty-fourth birthday. Fifty-four! My God, where did the time go? Wasn't it just yesterday when I was getting my rent paid for being beautiful? Now, I'm driving all that way just for a free lunch and I'm lucky to get it.
Am working on two novels, hoping somehow I manage to get it right. I feel largely that I've lost the spark but then, so did John Travolta. Nothing happened to his career for years, and then all of a sudden it caught fire again. Maybe I'll never get it right. Maybe no one will ever want to publish let alone buy my books. No, that won't happen. I'll write a trilogy bigger and better than Fifty Shades, nearly kill myself doing it, and then it won't be acknowledged until after I die. That's the way my luck goes. And Vincent Van Gogh's too. At least I haven't gone nuts and cut off my ear...yet.
Okay. I found something really nice on the Internet today. Something that made me really proud. I don't have many feathers to put in my cap these days, so I thought I'd post it here.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blessings-from-the-editors-of-good-housekeeping/1112158603?ean=9781588167804#
In 2007, the editors of Good Housekeeping published my essay, Adopting Katie, in a keepsake book. It is still for sale in the Barnes & Noble book store, and the authors are described as "Thirty five of the world's best-selling writers..." My name is right there with the names of Maeve Binch, Kate Jacobs, Liz Smith, Jodi Picoult, Luanne Rice, and Alice Hoffman.
As Grandma would say, I'm "shittin' in high cotton."
I remember the day the literary editor called me for a byline. She asked what book I was currently working on. I hesitated for a moment and then said, "Well, I'm not really a writer," and she said, "Well, you should be."
These words and the fact that my dad told me to "keep writing" just before he died is what motivates me.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/oct/08/33110/
This is going to be a good week, I think. On Wednesday, I'm heading up to God's country--Hollywood--the only place to be as far I'm concerned. Karakter Productions has promised to buy me lunch if I sit in the audience of a new reality dating and music show called, "Love Song." Hey, I will work for food, I just hope that Jonathan the intern knows that I'm a vegetarian...
After the show, I'll take one more sniff of polluted air to last me, and then head south for the first Barnes & Noble I can find. I'm finally going to buy my first Nook Tablet and I can't wait to download my first book on it. Hurray! Mindy enters the twenty-first century. Normally, I wouldn't spend that much money on myself but I am down two dogs and November 14 is my fifty-fourth birthday. Fifty-four! My God, where did the time go? Wasn't it just yesterday when I was getting my rent paid for being beautiful? Now, I'm driving all that way just for a free lunch and I'm lucky to get it.
Am working on two novels, hoping somehow I manage to get it right. I feel largely that I've lost the spark but then, so did John Travolta. Nothing happened to his career for years, and then all of a sudden it caught fire again. Maybe I'll never get it right. Maybe no one will ever want to publish let alone buy my books. No, that won't happen. I'll write a trilogy bigger and better than Fifty Shades, nearly kill myself doing it, and then it won't be acknowledged until after I die. That's the way my luck goes. And Vincent Van Gogh's too. At least I haven't gone nuts and cut off my ear...yet.
Okay. I found something really nice on the Internet today. Something that made me really proud. I don't have many feathers to put in my cap these days, so I thought I'd post it here.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blessings-from-the-editors-of-good-housekeeping/1112158603?ean=9781588167804#
In 2007, the editors of Good Housekeeping published my essay, Adopting Katie, in a keepsake book. It is still for sale in the Barnes & Noble book store, and the authors are described as "Thirty five of the world's best-selling writers..." My name is right there with the names of Maeve Binch, Kate Jacobs, Liz Smith, Jodi Picoult, Luanne Rice, and Alice Hoffman.
As Grandma would say, I'm "shittin' in high cotton."
I remember the day the literary editor called me for a byline. She asked what book I was currently working on. I hesitated for a moment and then said, "Well, I'm not really a writer," and she said, "Well, you should be."
These words and the fact that my dad told me to "keep writing" just before he died is what motivates me.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/oct/08/33110/