So Now I'm Back From Outerspace

I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face....ok, that may or may not be the words... point is GOOD LORD it's been almost a year since I wrote anything here. When last I stopped in I was

working on getting an online magazine launched--check
www.bluelotusreview.com

going back to school--nope!

pregnant and didn't know it--check
baby boy due March 16 2011

So now I'm off work till baby comes and knee deep in the nesting phase (cleaning out closets and cabinets and making way for a new little life) I'm surprised to be 39 and starting the baby game again but excited beyond belief.

I've been putting tush to chair and writing everyday which I'm glad about as well. Getting some old stories in shape and sending them out into the world and even working on a little guilty pleasure novel that is worlds away from what I usually do, but fun as all get out to write.

Anyway....I'm trying to get back to some of the things that I love and have been ignoring because of work and procrastination.

We'll see how it goes.

New Adventures of Busy Amy--New Online Mag!

So I thought I didn't have enough to do...enter major project of mass reading and time in front of computer. Fit in between family, friends, own writing, full time job, garden (let's face it, that baby is on its own), housework, etc.

Let idea roll around in brain for some time, but put off doing due to lack of real computer skills with which to create and manage the needed website.

Oh, yeah, and I'm going back to school in the fall.

Enter friend with massive talent in graphic design and misguided (and probably regretted--thanks Matt) decision to help out.

And you get:

Blue Lotus Review
http://www.bluelotusreview.com/

Does anyone need their car washed, house painted, laundry folded? I think I'm free this time next year for a few minutes, if you don't mind me checking my e-mail while I'm working.

When life imitates art

So I was reading this book and the main character's husband had a heart attack and if I was picking up my foreshadowing correctly it didn't look good for the daughter either--so seeing as how my youngest daughter was about to have major dental work done and I'm a fearful believer in the possibility of the worse case scenario-- I stopped reading it.

I was writing a story about these two neighbors and one of them collapses in the elevator and disappears forever into the hospital-- and of course, the real life guy who I pictured as I was writing it and who by the way told me correctly that everything would be fine with my daughter, ended up in the ICU the very next day. So I had to stop writing it.

None of this would bother me if I read or wrote things in which the outcome could be considered remotely positive. But seeing as how my Delia is fine and my Simon is getting better every day, perhaps I'll let art imitate life for a change.

Bliss

My life has gotten blissfully busy. OK, maybe blissful is not really the right word, but I liked the alliteration. The holidays, old friends, new friends, and the welcome chaos of hearts beating has turned my life into a swirl of things to do and places to be, Christmas light to hang (and now soon to remove) drinks to meet for, friends to sit with, and family to visit.

So what have I to show for all this? Well that depends on where you place your value. I could beat myself up for not getting too much writing done in this past month, but on the other hand, I've been out in the world, soaking up material and experiences, strengthening friendships, and deepening my understanding of love, life, and family.

As the new year creeps up, I feel the need to make resolutions. At first I thought I should unbusy my life a bit. Maybe meet less often for a drink, or sit less long in a conversation, or go to bed earlier instead of seeing the kids to dreamland and staying up late with my husband.

But instead, I think I'll make my coffee a little stronger in the morning and maybe I'll miss an episode or more of my favorite tv show. Maybe I won't get all the laundry done in a timely manner and I'm sure my house will not be clean.

But I'll have stories to tell and some of them might even make it to the page.

Happy New Year!

You Need This Book!

I'm pre-ordering mine tomorrow. You've read me mention one of my good friends and awesome writer, Shellie Zacharia. Her short story collection is coming out and you need this book. Really. You do. You'll write and thank me later. You'll will. See the site below to pre-order. Shellie's stories are funny and hip and her characters say all the things you wish you would and then just when you think it's safe to keep laughing, POW, right to the kisser. Get it, you'll love it.

http://shelliezacharia.blogspot.com

Here are a couple of other sites to check out. Some contests and other things that have been e-mailed to me.

These two are out of Sarah Lawrence--call for submissions and a contest
http://pages.slc.edu/~lumina/submissions/
http://pages.slc.edu/~lumina/contest

This is a cool online journal for poetry and prose
http://www.zeroducats.com/

Check this out..new chapbook press that takes fiction as well as poetry.
http://www.highway101press.com/


Happy writing, kids.

Hamburger Day in Heaven

My 94 year old grandmother passed away a couple of weeks ago. 94 year old grandmothers will do that from time to time. I work in health care with the elderly, so seeing someone pass is nothing new to me. None the less, it felt like an honor to be there with her when she left this old place behind.

It's strange to watch someone go. Not that it's a sad thing altogether. Most of the time it's better that they pass into something more beautiful and permanent. Still, at work, we watch them go (six in a week this month) and we're taken off guard every time.

"Did you hear Mrs. So and So died?"
"Why! It's hamburger day tomorrow."

But I don't eat meat and most of their food is pureed so hamburger day isn't really all it's cracked up to be. Still we wonder if we could have convinced them to stick it out one more afternoon. After all, they play Wii games on Wednesday.

But what I remember most about my grandmother was that she was the first everyday ordinary person that I knew who made up stories. As a child, I thought book just were. It didn't occur to me that anyone with a bit of talent and a ton of determination could write one. I don't think she every published anything, but I still remember the bedtime stories she told us. All of them made up from somewhere inside her head and her heart...that elusive thing called imagination.

Turns out, I have one too.

Thanks, Grandma. And I'm sure they have hamburger day in heaven.

I overthink, therefore I might be

So I'm thinking..first mistake..what do I want to be when I grow up. Then I realize, I am grown up.

Oops.

I've got a degree in english, writing and so forth, milling around about a book, yadda yadda yadda. I'm working as a nurse's aid in a place that will pay for me to go through nursing school, but I don't know that I want to push pills on old people for a living and I don't have the stomach for hospital work. I live near Warren Wilson where there is a great low residency MFA program, but if I can't get a scholarship I doubt I could come up with the money to go.

I don't know what to do.

I know what I want to do. I want to write. But what I have to do is pay the bills. Somewhere there must be a balance. I also have to do the laundry and raise two kids and pay attention to my husband and pick the tomatoes out of the garden before they plop to the ground, ready and wasted.


I've written three novels. The first one is a lot like my first love, naive and romantic and not very well put together. The second has legs but I'm not sure it knows where it ran to. The third, now this one, I'm happy with. It means something. (sidebar--that's actually a line from the first chapter of said first novel...but now, it too means something.)

So, what will I do.... I'll let you know.

meanwhile: check out this site if you're looking for an agent.

www.agentquery.com

Stay tuned, and try not to over think.