Here's My Just One Second Finger Pointing You Elsewhere Today
Friday, October 21, 2011

Hi there. This is me, peeking around the corner, holding up my one finger. 

No, not that finger! 

The finger you hold up to say, "Just one second. Give me one little second." 

Whatever finger that is.

The only fingers coming to me at the moment are the ring finger, the thumb and the pinkie. 

But you catch my drift, the Just One Second finger.

And no, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. 

And yes, I know I've been a terrible blog friend. So much so, that someone sent me an email recently telling me, not only were they taking me off their Google Reader, they were essentially writing me off, giving me the boot. That one nearly sent me over the edge. 

Like I don't have enough guilt in my life. I'm Catholic. My guilt is built-in. 

So, along with my Just One Second finger, here's a curtsy, a deep-kneed curtsy, where I'm pressing my face to the floor, humbly asking for your forgiveness. 

And now I'm probably stuck here, since my knees won't let me up. So, I'll just talk to you from the floor. 

See, I've been rather busy in this other gig I've got, called my real life. 

I won't go into any details today, but I will tell you in the past two weeks I have been doing all sorts of stuff. I celebrated my 25th wedding anniversary—yes, I was 14 when I married, a mature 14. My hubs celebrated a milestone of a birthday—a Methuselah milestone. And yes, I married a much older man. I journeyed to my motherland of Napa and San Francisco where I had some adventures that I will share soon. I devoured a book in one sitting, on my flight back. A book so beautiful and riveting and heart wrenching, I constantly had to keep closing the book to catch my breath, so I wouldn't burst into tears, alarming the passengers around me. I'll be sharing that book with you soon. I then came home and hit the ground running, because this week was my daughter's Homecoming week at high school. And as usual, the Homecoming dinner and party are at my house. 

Tonight, 55 (and still counting) high schoolers will descend upon my house. 

Along with their parents. 

I have been busy preparing and cleaning and decorating and running to and fro and here and there and everywhere.

After tonight, I'm good. I'll be back. At least after I get my house back in order from the night before. 

So, please don't kick me out of your Google Reader or your life, for that matter. 

But today, I wanted to tell you, I'm over at my critique partner, A.B. Keuser's house, talking about the secret life of a critique partner. 

What it's like to be one and more importantly, how wonderful it is to have one, a really good one, and I have a really good one in A.B. Keuser. 

And for those of you who are asking, "What the hell is going on with your novel?"

It's set to go. It's done. This upcoming week, along with breathing again, I am spread sheeting all the agents I'm going to query, so I have an organized way of knowing who has already rejected me and who I'm still waiting on, to reject me. 

I'm not being a Debbie Downer, it's just the way of things in the publishing world. So I'm bracing myself, putting on my writer's coat of armor for what I know is coming. I'll keep you updated. 

I'll see you in a few days with pictures and stories and yeah, we'll catch up then. 

In the meantime, head on over to A.B. Keuser.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to yell for my husband to pull me up off this floor. 

See you later, gators. 



From Tracie said...

I will never write you off! (also I've been equally a bad blog friend lately, so I totally understand the real life getting in the way thing).

You can NOT tease us with that kind of book endorsement and not share the title.

55+ teens and their parents!?! You are a super mom. I hope your kids give you a big huge crown for that one!

Diane said...

Pointer finger. I think that's what it's called.

I can't believe someone sent you a message like that. I've been unfriended and unfollowed before but never got an email telling me they were going to do it.

Good luck with the party! I'm not sure I'd have the energy to pull that one off!

Cari from Bubble Gum on my Shoe said...

Um, want me to beat that email kid up? Totally kidding, I wouldn't do that, I think. But life first, blog 27th or something! Don't let 'em get you down. When you do post it's always great, and always worth the wait! Yay, novel!

twelvedaysold said...

Why do some people feel the need to send an email/leave a comment saying they no longer want to be friends and are writing you off? If only it was so easy in the real world. In person you have to do that whole awkward "I'm busy, can't hang out today, or ever" until they get it. What happened to that?

At least you know so that you can take THEM off your reader. The internet gives people balls sometimes that are not good balls. They are rude, bloated, unattractive balls.

I still think you're the bees knees.

Anita @ GoingALittleCoastal said...

Well at least they told you why. I have had a few unsubscribe from me this past week and I haven't a clue. I even emailed one back the other day and just figured out she is a noreply so the email went nowhere. How is that my fault?

Have fun with the madness of homecoming. My youngest doesn't even want to go. Boys!

The Chicken's Consigliere said...

Hey you, I miss you. I do not know what day it is so I do not know if the party is today or has already happened, but hope it is good. was good? Next time I'll look at the date post before I start shooting off my mouth. Or fingers. Not the pointing finger, the ring finger or the mean finger, just the fingers. The typing fingers.

The Zadge said...

OMG - was it DSeals, who ditched June?

And - I read Art of Racing in the Rain a few years ago and sobbed in THE FIRST CHAPTER! Enzo is the best narrator ever!

Mercy D'souza said...

It's called the index finger. :)

And you are very brave to have so many teens in your house at once. Hope it's a good party.

Kimberly said...

If you gave me the middle finger, I still wouldn't quit you...I'm a stalker like that.
Well probably not as stalkerish as you are with Bono. But I can take notes.

Mrs. Tuna said...

Yeah, good luck at homecoming. Hopefully you'll survive to write again.

My Inner Chick said...

R U serious about the chick taking you off google?
I consider that a compliment... I mean, she must have missed the hell out of you!

I'll be waiting for your next blog....whenever that is... HA HA


Julie said...

"I can't quit you..."

Ah. Finally a chance to quote Brokeback Mountain.

Because those opportunities don't come along often for a heterosexual married mother of two.

Also, my fingers are permanently crossed for you as you launch yourself and your spreadsheets into this next phase of writing...

Submissions take courage. And talent. You've got both AND major skills with a hairdryer.


I know only good things are headed your way.

Oh yeah.

Judie said...

Promises, promises! Well, I'll see you when I see you. After having 55 young adults partying at your house, that may just be when they release you from the "rest home!!"

Mommie Dearest Strikes Again said...

I've been equally as bad about following all my bloggy friends around, and about blogging myself - and I've heard a lot of other people commenting about how difficult it's been the past few months - so it's not just you. Maybe it's something in the air? Having said that, who would write to TELL you they were taking you off? Wouldn't a normal, sane person just quietly take you off and just go about their life? I mean, huh?

Some people are just crazy. Was this person's name Carin, by any chance?

Take your time, live your life and take care of yourself. Those of us who love you will be waiting for you. You'll ALWAYS be on MY google friend list!

Hulk (That probably isn't a real quote...) said...

"Finally a chance to quote 'Brokeback Mountain'"...

The only quote I know from that movie is "Hey! Get off me!!"

Rebecca Grace said...

Yay! Good luck with your novel; if it's half as good as your blog, we'll all be lined up to read it.

Baby Sister said...

Whoever wrote you off is just plain silly. Good luck with homecoming. That will be an adventure!!

Liz said...

Shame on whomever wrote that to you.

Also, I love that you made a verb out of spreadsheet.

Super hooray congratulations happy dance for your novel being complete! YAYAYAYAY!

Nicki said...

I was so happy to see your comment on my blog to know you are still breathing...albeit from the floor! I would never write you off! You kick ass!!! I can't wait to read your book!!! Can it be available for actual print or do I have to get it electronically? I DO love a good ol' fashioned book! Anywho...happy anniversary! My hubbie and I will be celebrating our 20th in 2012. I got married when I was 10.

Lady Jennie said...

Silly person to tell you they're writing you off. We follow blogs for what they're able to give, not for what we expect them to give. (Or we fade away quietly in proper blog etiquette).

No guilt!

Suniverse said...

The fuck? Somebody dumped you for not posting?


I can't wait to hear all about everything.

Enjoy the party and happy anniversary!

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