Damn, it’s been a long time since we chatted. That’s mostly my fault. I kind of abandoned you, and I feel bad about that. Especially because of the reason—the dreaded ‘B’ word.
Yup, I’ve been busy. Too busy to write or catch up over a cup of coffee or even think about anything but the Kickstarter for my husband’s and my comic book storage solution, the Comic Boox Box. I talked about it here. Every moment I wasn’t working my day job I was project managing the shit out of our Kickstarter campaign. And about two weeks before we were supposed to launch, we got some devastating news that made us hit the brakes with a squeal, leaving skid marks like those at the Indy 500—or my father-in-law’s underpanties on almost any given day.
And then I plummeted into this weird no-man’s land of, “What the hell do I do now?” You know, kind of like what happens to Bridezillas once their weddings are over and they have to actually do the marriage thing.
I felt like I was in the middle of one of my favorite movies, “Sliding Doors.” I was experiencing a bunch of those seemingly inconsequential moments that push you over the threshold into your alternate realities.
In the first few days after we decided to put the Kickstarter on ice (think Titanic ‘berg-sized), I watched my future self move forward into the life I had expected to be living at that time…while the actual me hung back trying to figure how to give a f*ck or a half about what was happening in this plane of existence.
And so a couple of weeks went by with me hovering between those two worlds, not quite putting my feet on the solid ground of either. It was discombobulating, and I did not like it at all.
It didn’t help that this one specific commercial that I felt epitomized what we were trying to do with the Comic Boox Box kept playing over and over.
Geez!! It was like the Universe was rubbing my face in the fact that we’d backed out. I still love that commercial though. Still gives me goosebumps.
Eventually my head snapped back into its upright, un-whiplashed position, and I realized I had all this spare time on my hands. So I turned my attention back to my second YA novel.
Back to the Book
When I left my little darling at the end of November 2014, we were sitting at about 52,000 words thanks to a deluge of writing during the last week and a half of National Novel Writing Month. But we had not yet hit the end. Now I plan to spend the next six weeks finishing the story so I can get some hard-“won” copies of my book printed through generous NaNo sponsor offers.
While we’re on the topic of YA, it’s “I Read YA” week! Here’s how it all started.
Watching this, I realized that my entire childhood had been steeped in YA and I didn’t even know it. That’s the beauty of being born in 1969. I guess that explains why I’m so drawn to it, why it resonates with me. I have a huge amount of empathy for the person I was in my real-life YA years. She was so lost and mixed up, but she thought she knew it all. And that’s the making of a glorious shit-storm of the blind leading the blind while all of them think they have 20/20 vision.
Which brings me to the vision I’m currently trying to ignore—the end of my Sweetpea’s middle school years. Yup, she graduates on June 3rd and officially becomes a high schooler in August, just three days after she turns 14. Oh those late-in-the-year birthdays. Hopefully she’ll continue to enjoy YA as much as me.
Mad Men Melancholy
So, “Mad Men” is over. I said in a recent Facebook post that there’s something about that show that always made me want to write after I watched it. It put me in an overly observant state that left me feeling insightful…about what exactly I’m not sure. And then Sharon Greenthal nailed it in a recent blog post in which she said this about the show:
Though the pace of [it] was initially too slow, once I got used to it I realized that pacing was part of what captivated me: the little moments that made up each episode adding up to great big stories.
It’s her last thought that made me realize why I feel inspired to write when I watch it. It’s because my job is to observe, to take all the “little moments” and turn them into “great big stories.” It was a good reminder to slow it all down and spend more time really seeing what’s going on around me before I let my fingers loose on the keyboard.
Oh, and during my two-month hiatus I also reached my one-year blogging anniversary and learned that my long-form, creative nonfiction piece was not accepted into the HerStories anthology. Yay for small miracles and second (or fourth) chances!
So, what’s been up with you? Did you watch “Mad Men” and are you as bereft as I am that it’s over? Any big milestones coming up for you? Do tell!