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May: The month in review

Sunday, May 31st, 2015 • No Comments on May: The month in review

And here we are, wading into summer. After the blur of April, May was a pleasure. But then, any month in which I don’t almost die is a good month, right? And it was my birthday month, which made it all the sweeter. I lived to be 48! Hurrah!

Roadside turtle rescue

Roadside turtle rescue


I’ve had 41.5 work hours this month– more than any other month this year (and far better than the 7 I managed in April, even if I did have a good excuse.). And I’ve been productive! Many words have been written!

I joined the bloggers at Mom.me this month and have already logged several posts. You can visit my profile and my posts here: Kristina Wright @ Mom.me.

It’s been a fun experience so far, though I’m figuring out there is a big difference between writing essays or stories and blogging for a site where the goal is readership. Of course I love to know my words are being read, that maybe what I write is helpful or entertaining, but I’ve never had to really think too much about how many readers I have. Blogging professionally has shifted my focus somewhat, maybe making me less focused on what I want to write and more focused on what readers want to read. It’s not a bad thing, just different. Like the difference between writing stories and editing anthologies. A good skill to practice.

I’ve also sold a couple more pieces to The Mid this month and one of them went up Friday. My profile is here: Kristina Wright @ The Mid. My newest piece, Is Parenting by Benign Neglect Really Such a Bad Thing?, is a little more serious than the other pieces I’ve written there. It’s fun to have a platform for sharing both my serious opinions and lighter fare. My next essay for The is a nostalgia piece: 5 Things I Miss About the 90s. That was a fun one to write!

My favorite byline this month, and possibly for the entire year, is the essay I sold to Narratively. I love this website, love the editorial staff, love the entire concept of long-form journalism and essays and videos on one beautifully illustrated and photographed website. Utterly charming. And so I was absolutely thrilled that my essay “Where Babies Come From” found a home at Narratively, retitled as How to Have Fun When They Say You Can’t Conceive. It is more personal than anything I’ve ever written and I have found I can’t reread it now that it’s been published. Sex is used as a framework for the story, though it’s not erotic (I don’t think) and it isn’t really about sex at all. The response to it has been phenomenal and I’m so pleased it is at Narratively.

In other news, while I was writing, my publisher was imploding. Cleis Press still exists as an imprint of Start Publishing, though it’s anyone’s guess what that means for my books. I guess I’ll find out in July, which is when my next anthology, Best Erotic Romance of the Year, Volume 1 (formerly Best Erotic Romance 2015) is due to be published. Until then, if you know anyone who needs a job, they’re hiring. I received a lot of condolences over this train wreck situation, but I’ve had months to get used to the idea that no one is really looking out for me and that I just have to roll with it and take care of my own interests. And so I am. To be honest, warning bells had been ringing in my ears for even longer than that, so I’m mostly just amused by everything that’s happened. (C’mon, the juxtaposition of publisher resigns/hiring publisher links is funny, right?)

Meanwhile, I’m not currently editing any erotica anthologies, but I did write one short story this month for Sacchi Green’s Best Lesbian Erotica 2016. It’s a wonderful series and I hope it will continue to be published for many years to come. I’ll be honored if my story makes the cut.

This month I celebrated my birthday and Mother’s Day quietly with family and friends. We saw the movie Home (mostly amusing because I could see Jim Parsons as Sheldon), went to a baseball game, grilled out and enjoyed the unofficial beginning of summer. Speaking of summer, we took the boys to Busch Gardens last week, beating both the worst of the heat and the crush of the crowd because the kids are still in school. They’re both anxious to ride the big roller coasters, but aren’t quite tall enough for them yet. Probably next year.

I saw the The Age of Adaline this month and enjoyed it, despite a few plot problems. (But Harrison Ford was in it, so I can be very forgiving.) I’m currently reading The Weight of Blood by Laura McHugh, continuing my streak of mysteries and thrillers. I’m really enjoying it. I’ll probably finish it while I’m sitting in the doctor’s office this week, wrapping up the last of my tests and appointments from my illness in April. It’s been a long process, but it’ll be nice to get the “all clear” and know I’m healthy.

We visited Charleston, SC over the Memorial Day weekend. We lived in the area for seven years, but moved away in 2000. It’s incredible how it’s grown. I’m feeling pulled to the area (and so is Jay), and so it was both a trip for fun as well as a trip to explore and consider whether we might want to move back there. With Jay’s retirement from the Navy approaching, the whole world is opening up to us. We can finally choose where we want to live, if we want to move. It’s a big decision– and it will be a major headache if we do move, as we have a house to sell here. But it was a fun, if exhausting, trip and I imagine we’ll go back soon. If I believed in signs (which maybe I do), I would believe that’s where we’re supposed to be. So we’ll see.

Clementine is having a lazy summer

Clementine is going to have a lazy summer

And that’s May. Not terribly dramatic, but quietly pleasing. I like that. It’s been a good month for the writer and for the birthday girl. And now I’m looking toward June and wondering what will come. There will be more words, though perhaps not as many as in May, as school will be out and I’ll have both boys full-time again. But we’ll see. I’m getting better at managing a little writing time here and there when I’m home with them. But even if I don’t, there will be summer camp (2 weeks) in July, Jay’s retirement (which means he’ll be home/off for a few weeks before he starts his new job) and then… back to school in August! I’m not in a rush for that, but I am excited about the possibilities when it comes.

I hope you’ve had a lovely May… thanks for reading!

Posted by Kristina in Life, Writing
 

Hello, 48

Thursday, May 7th, 2015 • 2 Comments on Hello, 48

 

Writing whenever I can...

Writing whenever I can…

 

Before writing my birthday post this year, I went back and reread last year’s post. The cliche of saying time has flown isn’t entirely true. I feel like I’ve savored this last year in ways I haven’t in previous years. It wasn’t entirely voluntary– forces beyond my control made it so I had to slow down and take it day by day. Three big events– losing my regular babysitter last August, some big changes with my publisher over the fall and winter and falling deathly ill last month– reinforced that I can plan and organize my life just so, but it won’t always work out the way I hope. And sometimes, that turns out to be a very good thing.

I have been a full-time stay-at-home mom for nine months now. I want to say it’s been easy, but it hasn’t. What it has been is challenging, exhausting, frustrating and–yes– rewarding. I know I am privileged to be able to stay home with my kids and for the most part, I really do enjoy it. But for someone like me, an introvert who thrives on a certain amount of alone time (not to mention needs it in order to do creative work), it’s been so hard to give up the part-time babysitting schedule I had up until last August. I panicked, I admit it, when I realized my alone time– my writing time– would essentially disappear.

It took me months to find a rhythm that works and, to be honest, I’m still not there. It’s ever-changing, the amount of time I have to write. It’s never enough. Sometimes I can write with the kids playing in the house with me, but most often I do administrative stuff when I’m at home with them– answering emails, editing stories and essays, promoting my work, querying editors, researching markets– and reserve the “real” writing for the times when I can get out of the house alone. Which most often means evenings (when I’m already tired) or weekends (which means missing out on family time). I wrote very little between August and December last year. I didn’t know how. I was plagued by guilt, self-doubt, resentment, frustration. My creativity withered under that weight.

2015 has brought a little more balance. Nothing has changed about my schedule– I’m still home full-time, I still have one kid going to preschool three mornings a week, I still have very few hours to write each week– but I have changed my focus and adjusted my attitude. If I’m only going to have twenty hours a month to write, I want to make it count. And so I’ve been focusing on writing nonfiction, writing what I know– parenting, marriage, relationships, kids, life. It’s been rewarding. I’ve sold to several markets, I’ve picked up a regular writing gig, I’m making the most of what little writing time I do have. I’m a stay-at-home writer mom, just doing the best I can during this stage of my life.

The change in writing focus hasn’t entirely been about a lack of childcare. The reversion of three of my completed and approved anthologies— books I worked hard on, spent many, many hours on– has made me more aware of how I spend my time and on what projects I want to invest my precious work hours. I was angry and somewhat bitter after the initial fallout, but I’ve made my peace with it. It may be “just business,” but that doesn’t mean I haven’t taken it personally. I did and I do, but in some ways I’m thankful it happened– otherwise, I might not be writing and publishing in other markets. And so, this past year has been a big swing in a different direction for me professionally, and while it wasn’t by choice, I’m very happy with where I’m headed.

What’s a typical day like for me? School mornings find me at Starbucks with my youngest, squeezing in an hour or two of work if I can (and sometimes even writing a few hundred words) and then running errands while my oldest is at preschool. Non-school days are more languid, with long mornings spent staying in our pajamas, snuggling in bed, reading or plotting (in my head) while they play quietly. Every afternoon is spent doling out juice and snacks, putting Curious George or Caillou on the TV, mediating fights over cars or LEGOs, hanging out on the deck (weather permitting) while they play superheroes or Transformers or monster, pushing them on the swing, doing crafts at the kitchen table, squeezing in an hour of editing or email writing or social media updating. Some days we go to lunch at Wendy’s (their request) or go to the park or the garden center or Starbucks for frappuccinos. Some days we have play dates with friends. Some days, Jay is off or gets home early and I’m able to get a couple of hours in the afternoon to write (like today, my birthday). This is my life currently. And it’s good.

 

My life, my loves

My life, my loves

 

This past year has brought about an increased awareness of the brevity of life and the preciousness of time. Not to be cliched, but damn, have I wasted a lot of time in the wrong places. It’s human nature, I suppose, to amble aimlessly for years or decades, thinking there will always be time enough to do what we want. There isn’t, we know that, but it’s easier to pretend we’ll live forever than to take this living thing too seriously. I’m grateful for this life I have, I think I have always had an awareness of how truly lucky I am, but the near-death thing… well, I will write about it someday soon. I have joked that if my almost dying was supposed to be a sign, I have no idea what I’m meant to learn. But maybe the lesson is not in what I should change about my life, but in simply appreciating that I am still alive.

I’m excited about being 48. It’s such a nice even number, angles and curves together. The coming year will bring big changes– both boys will be in school in the fall and I will have three– THREE– days a week to write! I can barely stand the anticipation, though I’m not going to rush through summer and I know I’ll be sad and lost for a few weeks in the fall, missing my boys. Jay is retiring from the Navy this summer and he’ll also be in school this fall, as a middle school teacher. And in October we will celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. The rest of the year is full of exciting, happy changes. And, always, there is the writing. I have more projects I want to work on than I have time for now, and the school year will bring many hours of contented writing for me.

There isn’t a lot of angst in life at this point. I’m settled, I’m happy, I’m grateful. And I’m ready for 48.

 

This is 48

 

Posted by Kristina in Life, Motherhood & Parenting
 

April: the month in review

Thursday, April 30th, 2015 • No Comments on April: the month in review

Oh, this month! April almost killed me. Literally. I fell sick at the end of March and in 72 hours I went from thinking I had a cold or maybe the flu to being in the ER, followed by the ICU. The diagnosis was pneumonia and I was apparently in septic shock when I arrived at the hospital, which is pretty serious stuff from what I learned after a few days there. It all seems a bit surreal now, being told after the fact that they weren’t sure I was going to make it, but I’m here to tell the tale. Or write about it, when I find the words.

Fashionable in a hospital gown

Fashionable in a hospital gown

 

And so, I spent the first several days of April in the hospital and the past few weeks recuperating. Jay’s birthday and Easter were both celebrated over a week late because I was sick and hospitalized. I didn’t see any movies and, sadly, I didn’t even read any books. I envy those people who can read a stack of books when they’re sick. I had a book with me in the hospital and I couldn’t focus on anything for more than a few minutes. That continued to be the case even after I got home– I just couldn’t read. So I rested– a lot– and I thought– a lot– and I plotted– a lot. I desperately wanted to write, but I don’t think I’ve ever been as tired as I was this month, not even when I was very pregnant. So I have a lot of ideas in my head and jotted in notes on my iPhone and hopefully I will translate these ideas and notes into some good, publishable stuff in the coming months.

I may have not done much writing this month– a whopping seven hours (and that’s been in the past three days)– but I’ve had a few sales and a few publications. I sold two more essays to The Mid this month, for a total of three so far!, and my first two pieces have been published. The Mid is a terrific new website with a ton of content already, so if you find yourself in the “messy middle” of life, do check them out! There are essays and articles about everything from parenting to relationships to pop culture and I’ve found several new writers to follow. Here are the links to my current posts:

Why Don’t Adults Have Best Friends? (Originally “Seeking a Best Friend Like Me”)

10 Times You’ve Used Your Kids as an Excuse

 

I’m also very excited about an essay I sold to Narratively. It was the fastest acceptance I’ve ever received for an essay (six hours!) or, really, any piece of writing where I didn’t already have a working relationship with the editor. “Where Babies Come From” will be published in just a couple of weeks and I’m very proud of this piece– it’s incredibly personal and poignant and not like anything else I’ve ever written.

Finally, I’m officially joining the ranks of “mommy bloggers” in May! I’ll be blogging several times a month at mom.me about parenting, kids, family life and whatever else they’ll let me write about. I’m thrilled to be given this opportunity to share my experiences and my first piece–7 New Mom Tips from a Military Spouse— goes live tomorrow. Considering that I knew absolutely nothing about babies or motherhood until I was 42 years old, it’s mind boggling that I’m now writing about it!

Since April was a wash for having time to write, I still have two novel proposals to finish writing and editing in May. Plus a couple of short stories to write for upcoming anthologies, as well as my freelance assignments and a few other ideas I’d like to work on. I’m not sure where or how I’ll find time for all of that– the reality is probably somewhere between accomplishing everything I want to do and accepting what I’ll actually be able to carve out time do. Probably only one novel proposal will get sent off. Some of the essay ideas will get pushed to June or July. But after a month of illness, exhaustion and recovery, I am ready to get back to myself!

May is my birthday month and I’ll be 48 one week from today! Someone asked what I was going to do for my birthday, as I have a reputation for celebrating “birthday week” and making my birthday last as long as possible. This year will be a quiet birthday, though I still intend to celebrate all week long. But after this month, I’m just grateful to be healthy, to be alive, and to have such a wonderful, happy life.

Happy Spring and Happy May from Clementine and me!

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Posted by Kristina in Essays, Life, Writing
 

I'm a writer, editor, blogger, mama, wife and coffee lover.

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