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What a wonderful day. There were some great words today. The best were from my five-year-old son who asked, “Mom, do we have princesses in our country?” I told him no. His response, “Well, you are my princess, mommy.” Melt.
He is so getting a new bike for Christmas!
The other lovely words were the rewrite I did for the novel. I have a fight scene right at the beginning where the two main characters meet for the first time. In my mind the fight was a means to an end- to get them together. Apparently that came across in my writing.
I had several readers say there wasn’t enough detail, etc. I realized something important- the fight scene wasn’t a big deal to me, the writer. However, the fight scene was very important to the characters, we’re talking life or death. So it is important to the reader.
I rewrote the thing and ended up with something I really like. I was also able to develop the characters more because I decided to add things in during the fight. Now I have a fight worthy of being in my first ten pages. woo hoo!
I am so happy I listened to my beta readers and fixed it.
Now I am off to polish my tiara and a few more edits while my royal subject is asleep in his bed.
I was going to blow off posting today. It’s been a long week. Veterans day the kid was home. He ended up getting sick so he stayed home today and now, since he is still sporting a low-grade fever no school tomorrow.
The problem with my 5 year-old son is he is full of energy. I think once, maybe twice he has been so sick he sat on the couch quietly and watched TV. Otherwise he is ready to run around, chase the dog, ride his bike etc. But he can’t because it makes him cough. He is cranky from being sick so it usually ends up with me screaming “Stop running” by the end of the day and him screaming back, “No”- it’s exhausting for both of us.
I remember after he had his tonsils out they told me he would be out of it for the rest of the day and to keep him quiet. HA! He woke up an hour after he got home and literally (yes, I mean the correct usage of literally) jumped off the couch and ran to the freezer for popsicles. He ate one after enough and we spent the rest of the time trying to get him to stop running.
So not much of a post today. sorry. I need to conserve my energy for tomorrow. 
I finally managed to finish my accounting job. Feb 2 was my first day of freelance writing full time. I managed to get a lot of writing done.
I had a goal of writing 4 to 5 Demand.com articles a day. I focused on that and by Thursday had 15 done. I hated it. Demand requires a certain format for their articles. You can’t deviate. It is very restricting. But they pay you on time every week.
Did you noticed I stopped at Thursday? My son woke up on friday with a 102.5 temp. It was a scary day with his fever going as high as 103.9 and him not recognizing me for a few moments. He was sick on and off until wednesday. The doctor said he could go to school Friday the 13th, but I kept him home because his immune system was compromised from the steroids.
So week 2 of my freelance writing career was spent taking care of a very sick 4 year old. I managed to write one article all week.
I also found out that I am going to owe a hefty sum to the IRS for taxes, my husband’s car failed emissions and we have to get it fixed before we can get the tag for it. Oh, and I got a rejection letter.
Overall a very bad week. No income and a rainstorm of bills.
I wish I could say I stayed strong and knew my choice to follow my dream was the right one the whole time- but I didn’t. I have been having some major doubts and have barely managed to keep my head.
Week one had me so sick of writing and then week two had me worried sick about my son. It’s been tough.
But here is what I have learned, which I already knew but forgot. I need to write for better paying markets and I need to write for a variety of them. My mistake was thinking I could replace my income- or almost replace it right away. I could do that writing 32 Demand articles a week, but I would be miserable beyond belief.
I knew this would be a hard thing to do and I knew that it wouldn’t happen overnight. I need to keep working. Wash, rinse, repeat as my mentor, Michy always says.
I am not a risk taker by nature, so this whole journey has been scary for me. Plus I have always been really good at my job. I don’t get bad reviews. So rejection is hard for me. It is something I need to get used to as a writer, because I am going to hear it a lot.
One highlight of the last 2 weeks was seeing my name under pending interview here. Pending author interview. That’s right, Rissa Watkins, author.
So I am ready for week 3 of the writing career. Here’s hoping I get some good news and make some money. Otherwise I’ll be trying to pay the tax man with copies of the book.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I have been sick so after cooking all day in a daze, I sat down and couldn’t taste a darn thing. The turkey was moist and the family raved so it must have been good.
We have a lot to be thankful for this year. Most recently, I am thankful for screw ups. You see, dad choked on a huge piece of ham this weekend. The care home he is at is supposed to be cutting up his food. The caregiver gave him some water- something you never give a choking person because it cuts off the airflow if they had some. He managed to get the water out and was still breathing when they took him to hospital. But, when they took him to get x-rays he coded blue. My brother in law saw 15 doctors and nurses go running with a crash cart. He said to himself, man, that guy is in bad shape, then he realized it was my dad.
They brought him back with the paddles, got the ham out and he is fine. Here’s where the screw up comes in- he has a DNR. They aren’t supposed to be bringing him back at all. Luckily, the care home gave the paramedics the wrong medical info. If they hadn’t, we wouldn’t have had him at the table with us again this year.
I am also thankful for my funny little 4 year old boy. My mother in law asked him if he was going to say Grace. He asked, “What’s that?” She said, “It’s what you say before eating.” His response, “Oh I thought you say Bon Appetit”
He cracks me up! Happy Thanksgiving everyone and Bon Appetit!
What better words from a 4 year old could there be? What a wonderful way to start the day with such a simple pronouncement of love. My heart is filled and I remember the joy of living that I had forgotten for so long now. My blessed baby boy.
Arizona parents are looking pretty bad right now.
One idiot mother left her 6 year old home alone to go shopping. The poor kid woke up scared and alone. He called 911 and the police stayed with him until his mom came home. The sad thing is she is the best Arizona parent out of all the examples.
This idiot parent left his 2 year home alone to go to work. He claimed he had hired a babysitter but the babysitter disappeared. He lied. Idiot.
Another idiotic Arizona parent left his 4 children all under 4 home alone all night long. He apparently went to the bar to get his wife but she wouldn’t leave so rather than go home and be with the kids, he went with a buddy to a different bar. 2 of his 3 year old twins were almost hit during morning rush hour on the on ramp for the freeway. Thank God they didn’t make it to the freeway! The person stopped and called the police.
The children led them to a nearby apartment where they found a 4 year old and a 1 year old. They all had soiled diapers, no food, were eating out of the trash can and there were broken beer bottles on the floor. These “parents” should be shot!
Today’s horrible idiotic parent article was the last straw for me. These monsters - I won’t even call them parents-were arrested after bringing their 2 year old child to the hospital. The child weighed 12 pounds!! Apparently it was the baby’s “father” and step mother. Why? Why would anyone do this to another human being?
These stories have all happened this month! I am so disgusted!!
I am an Arizona parent. I would die for my child. I love him more than anything on this earth! I take him to daycare, I feed him, I clothe him, I teach him, I bathe him, I keep him safe- I RAISE him. Well, we (my husband and I) raise him. We do these things and more because THAT is what parenting means.
Parenting means giving up going to the movie you want to see because it isn’t appropriate for your child to watch. Parenting means even when he drives you crazy whining, you love him anyway. Parenting means getting no sleep while holding a crying sick child through the night.
None of those examples are about parents, not real parents. These idiots give Arizona parents a bad name.
