29 February 2008

please follow my writing...

...if you are so inclined.

Rejections of a Writer


Successes of a Writer

this is going to be my year.

i can feel it.

16 February 2008

writing the book

I didn't think I'd ever come back here, but here I am. It's been a while.

I just wanted to let you know, all of those still reading, that through a bizarre set of miracles, I'm sending a book proposal for my non-fiction book based on my PC Ukraine experience to an agent in NYC next week. If she likes it, maybe something really exciting will happen. If she doesn't, at least I'll have taken a very important first step.

Those of you near and dear to me, if something does come out of this, I'll be contacting you to ask if I can use your real name (first only, not last) in the work. So, think on that....


01 February 2008

we're back...

Some days it feels like riding a bike...

We're back in student mode, seemingly always rushing from one thing to the next, living by our day planners to keep things straight, and spending hours in front of our computers or buried in books. Our professors and colleagues welcomed us back, though it's a sea of unfamiliar faces in most of our classes.

Other days it's overwhelming...

Just the amount of stuff everywhere, in stores, people's houses, on the road. Cars are huge, and everywhere I turn there seem to be infinite choices to make. The work seems to have been removed from our lives in the name of modern convenience: washing machines, dish racks, high speed internet, and of course, my car. =)

Most days Larry and I walk everywhere and make a point to sit together and eat our meals. But we've noticed how easy it is to get caught up in whatever needs to happen next. Most days are easier than I expected them to be. I'm drowning in new concepts and tasks, but they're interesting and not at all beyond my grasp. It's just keeping up with the work load that consumes me.

And I feel fortunate every day that I wake up and see the sun shining, and I glance down the road a few blocks to the deep blue ocean, with my new appreciation for seasons and what they mean in other places to other people.