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A Dog Day Afternoon

Saturday, September 20th, 2008 • No Comments on A Dog Day Afternoon

So, Henry finally had his surgery yesterday.  I picked him up this morning.  He’s pitiful and my heart is breaking for him.  The veterinarian who performed the surgery didn’t give me a complete picture of the after care involved when I took him for his surgical consult on Wednesday.  It’s frustrating, because I specifically told him that I’m alone for a few more weeks and asked if the surgery could be postponed until Jay got home.  The vet acted as if that was silly, I could certainly handle taking care of the dog by myself.  Of course I can, but I didn’t want to if I didn’t have to.  Yesterday, post-surgery, the vet called to explain the after care and said—and I quote—“It’s a two

person job.”  Um… what??  Didn’t I just tell him, the day previous, that I was alone?  Frustrating.

What’s done is done and the surgery is over and the mass (which is most likely benign—excellent news) is gone and now all that’s left is to help Henry rest and heal.  Doesn’t he look sad?

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Please note: I only took his E-collar off so I could get him to eat.  The one they put on him at the veterinary hospital was too large.  I stopped by the pet store this afternoon and he now has a new one that’s smaller… and pink.  But at least he can eat now.

Another note: It looks even worse in person.

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Learning to Let Go

Saturday, September 6th, 2008 • 1 Comment on Learning to Let Go

As Hanna blows out of town, leaving only some wind and rain in her wake (thankfully), I decided to pack up the computer and get out of the house for a little while.  I know I haven’t been blogging here much lately and that has a lot to do with stuff going on behind the scenes and the fact that the writing hasn’t been happening lately.  I just told Jay I need to remedy that—and soon—because the fastest way out of depression (which is where I seem to be at the moment) is to write myself out of it.  And not writing only seems to lead me deeper into a funk.  So, I’ll be back on writing track next week.  Seriously.

It hasn’t been all blue lately—it just feels that way sometimes—and even though the writing isn’t happening, other writing news has brightened my in-box.  I sold two stories in the past week or so and received an utterly charming mention in Ashley Lister’s review of Rachel Kramer Bussel’s anthology Rubber Sex:

Kristina Wright’s, “The Dress,” is a wickedly exciting tale that epitomises the appeal of rubber sex.  Kristina’s heroine doesn’t just wear a latex dress—it possesses her.  Kristina is a phenomenal writer and “The Dress” shows that she has the enviable ability to tell a story and simultaneously excite her readers.

That’s enough to bring a smile to my face.  I’ve never been called a phenomenal writer before.  I think Mr. Lister is being overly generous, but I will gladly and gratefully take the compliment—I need it right now.  “The Dress” was one of my favorite stories to write and it was absolutely lovely to see it end up as the first story in the collection. A nice reminder that, even if I don’t think I’m phenomenal, at least I know I don’t totally suck.

I freed up a lot of my time this semester for writing (in theory) by dropping my two graduate Women’s Studies classes.  Long story short, I just can’t deal with academia right now.  I attended classes the first week and just wasn’t feeling it.  I knew it would be a waste of time to force myself to endure two classes for the next four months, but I actually felt a little guilty withdrawing for the semester.  I’m strange like that.  I don’t like to give up on things, but I know it was the right thing for me to do right now. 

Teaching is another story—I’m already committed for this semester (actually, I just realized I haven’t signed a contract yet.  Hmm.)—so I’m trying to give my students my all.  Or my best.  Or at least my attention.  I’m not sure if I’ll teach again in the spring—after three semesters, I’m pretty much over teaching English Composition.  We’ll see.  I think I said that about this fall, but I had the summer break to forget how tedious it can be.

I see a hint of blue sky and sunshine behind the ridge of grey clouds and that seems to be an appropriate metaphor for my life at the moment.  It’s been a hell of a ride so far this year, enough so to make me wonder what’s next.  I have muttered the phrase, “Just let go” to myself a few times in the past couple of weeks and it seems appropriate that my horoscope yesterday should be about that very thing:

It’s hard to let go sometimes and you are finding it harder than ever right now. It’s important for you to at least make the effort, though, because you need some kind of closure soon.

Ahh.  Letting go.  Not something I’m particularly good at.  (See above about feeling guilty for dropping classes I don’t really need.)  But I’m trying.

 

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Reading My Past, Predicting My Future

Thursday, July 24th, 2008 • No Comments on Reading My Past, Predicting My Future

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image  I was waxing nostalgic about the Scholastic Book Club a few weeks ago.  I’m starting to pare down my enormous book collection and I discovered how many of those wonderful Scholastic books I still own.  Don’t Look and It Won’t Hurt, a cautionary tale of teen pregnancy by Richard Peck.  Deenie, a cautionary tale about scoliosis and the risks of vanity, by the incomparable Judy Blume.  The eerie Summer of Fear, a cautionary tale about letting strangers into your home, by Lois Duncan.  We liked our cautionary tales back in the late 70s.

I also found a book called Test Yourself: A Career Quiz Book by Gordon P. Miller.  I couldn’t find a picture of the book cover online, but it’s a serious little paperback with blue stripes and yellow (cautionary?) lettering.  It includes a series of writing assignments and quizzes, designed to (presumably) help the average pre-teen figure out what to do with the rest of her life. 

I took my little Career Quiz Book very seriously, filling in the various portions as Mr. Miller directs.  The opening assignment is called “This is My Life.”  Mr. Miller tells the 12 year old me to “Imagine that you are now 60 years old and you have lived the kind of life you have always wanted to live… On the following page, write your life story.”

So, for your amusement, here is my life story as I imagined it twenty-nine years ago:

When I graduated from college I became a writer.  The first year was hard but within 2 and 1/2 years I wrote my first novel.  It became a best seller very quickly.  This inspired me to write and illustrate a children’s mystery.  At 27 I married and continued writing everything from drama to comedy.  I became a very accomplished author and artist, for I began illustrating all of my own work.  At 45 I took up painting.  Occasionally I’d write a child’s book or short novel but I concentrated on my paintings that were very quickly sold.  I retired at 59 happy and healthy.

I was surprised at the comments about art—I don’t remember being that interested in pursuing it at that age.  Oddly enough, in the last year or so I’ve contemplated taking art classes.  I’m four years early. I also got married four years earlier and wrote my first book four years later than my younger self predicted.  I am far from a best selling author, but I do write “everything from drama to comedy.”  I don’t know what “retiring” at 59 means, but I think I was trying to fit everything in before the requisite age 60.  Notice I didn’t mention children—I didn’t want any then.  College and writing, those were my priorities.  I don’t even really remember wanting to get married—likely I threw that in because it was the expected thing to do.

My Career Quiz Book doesn’t hold any real surprises, other than the interest in pursuing art as a career.  My main goals were being a writer, expressing my creativity and maintaining my freedom.  Not much has changed—and I think I accomplished the big goals.  I’ve always known I wanted to be a writer and while the path I’ve taken may not have led to the wild success I imagined for myself as a child, it has been rewarding.

Thanks, Mr. Miller.  It’s nice to have your book around as a touchstone to my past.

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