Well, it's Thursday. The sun is shining and it's almost the weekend.
Maybe you had a crap-tastic week (I hope you didn't). Maybe you have fabulous plans for the weekend (I hope you do). Whatever is going on in your life, I hope you find an ounce of happiness today. Stress has that beautiful ability to dig down deep and stick around. An unwanted house guest that leaves dirty dishes all over your place. But if I've learned anything in these months of self-exploration, it's that we must take care of ourselves. Physically, emotionally, mentally.
And hey, I get it. I know how to wallow. Hell, sometimes I'm the head wallower. So that's why I've been trying to look at things a little differently. Taking time to breathe and let go of all the crud in life. Sit outside for a little bit (before it gets hella hot), read a new book, watch something on TV. Whatever you like to do, take the time to do it. We all know, the laundry, dishes, vacuuming, it always gets done. Because we are badass biznitches. Take some time for yourself.
In the meantime, here are five things I am smiling about and focusing on today.
The DFW Writers Conference was both exhilarating and terrifying. And I loved it.
As you know (if you read my post last week), this past weekend I went to the DFW Writers Conference in downtown Dallas. My scheduled time to pitch to a literary agent was at 10:36am. I was extremely nauseous the entire morning. I was fidgety, shaky, all of the above. Luckily, I signed up for a practice pitch session when I first arrived, and that helped calm my nerves tremendously. Up until that point, I'd only said my pitch to my family, some friends, Jimmy, Gus, the shower walls, the red light, but I hadn't said it to a stranger. Getting the opportunity to do that was beyond helpful.
So what happened next? Well, when it was time, we lined up, and they let us in the double doors to the conference room. The agents were sitting at tables with their names on them, and you find yours and sit down. You get nine minutes to say your pitch before they ring a bell, telling you to leave. Nine minutes goes by surprisingly fast! It's nerve wracking, because you are asking these people to believe in your story. That it's great, sellable, marketable. But you've already written said story. You've sweat and cried over it. And they could listen to you and say "Nah, not interested." (Which honestly wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. There are hundreds of agents out there, and one of them might think your book is the next Harry Potter)
I went in with my pitch memorized. I was afraid if I just winged it, I would sit down in front of her and my brain would vacate the premises. And then I'd just be sitting there all slack-jawed for nine minutes. I got the words out, albeit I sounded like a rehearsed robot, but she heard my book proposal. And then... we just talked. Which was somewhat scary for my neurotic brain. Inside I was thinking, "Wait! Let me tell you about my secondary characters! I have a hilarious line on page 128!" But then the nine minutes came and went. She gave me her business card and asked me to submit to her my entire manuscript! It went as good as it could have.
But even if it went horribly, and I puked on her, or broke out in sobs, the conference still would have been worth it. There was a large group of us from the SMU writing program, which also helped ease the nervousness. The speakers were great, and I learned a ton! And it was nice to be immersed in the writing world for a weekend. It made me feel like a real girl, err, writer.
I have not yet killed the flowers we recently planted, and my vegetable garden is thriving!
This is pretty exciting for me. Everything is still alive! But I will say I hate watering the suckers. I mean what is that about? Get the hose, Kelly. Water the damn plants. Meh. Buuut, it has been fun to watch my little tomatoes spring up and get bigger, so I will continue to offer them sustenance. Here are some pics!
Hulu has provided me with a new binge-worthy show.
You guys. If you're not watching The Handmaid's Tale on Hulu... you. are. missing. out. It's horrifying, intriguing, beautifully shot, and wonderfully acted. In a nutshell, it tells the story of Offred, a Handmaid in the dystopian society of Gilead, a totalitarian regime that takes "back to traditional values" to mega extremes. The war wiped out a large population, and the waste and pollution left most women infertile. The Handmaids are a caste of women who remained fertile and are now used to repopulate the world as sexual servants.
Gah, it's so disturbing. But it's also really well done. Based off the book by Margaret Atwood, it's worth checking out. Just try not to think about it as your possible future like it did. (Hey, the world is a scary place right now!) Oh, wait. PCOS. HA!!!
Anyways, we gotta stick together ladies!!
A new book was delivered from Amazon, and it's just waiting for me to crack the first page.
Our latest book club book is All the Missing Girls by Megan Miranda. It looks and sounds intriguing! Has anyone read this yet? What did you think? I can't wait to get started.
I got a new bathing suit, and I actually like how it looks on me! (whaaat?!)
As you know, PCOS has the very distinct and asshole-ish ability to suck the self-confidence right out of your soul. So when you try something on and your first thought is "DAMN GIRL, WORK IT," you put that in the win column, do a little white-girl dance, and move along. Woot!
Anywho, great chat everyone. What are some things making you happy these days? I'm always on the lookout for inspiration.
Until next time,