Death to Spike :)

Good news: the Lithotripsy procedure today was a success. The better news,

Happy Pills

Happy Pills

Hydrocodone is still my best friend.

Spike Demon Stone has been obliterated (we think).

The procedure wasn’t even 45 minutes, and they blasted little Spike Demon Stone to smithereens. I woke up very sore on the left side, obviously. Since they basically used my kidney as a punching bag for this nifty sound wave contraption. I’m grateful I decided to have this procedure, because according to the surgeon, Spike hadn’t moved very far at all. In an entire month, he was still in same spot.

Stubborn little sucker.

After I was released, we came home, I had some food, and indulged in my new best friend.

More importantly, the meds kicked in about 10 minutes ago and I feel fabulous. Hopefully I’ll pass the remnants of Spike over the next 24 hours and all will be back to normal.

Just thought all of you wanted an update on my saga. Happy Dance time!

Happy Birthday – Time to Brag

Spending my birthday heavily medicated from a stupid kidney stone is not the pillcupcakesbest way to celebrate. But at the same time, I can’t complain. No whining allowed.

Because I have the most incredible family.

Yes, folks, this is a bragging post. Fair warning.

My mother, who made us dinner because she knew I couldn’t cook. My father, who picked my son up from school 2 days in a row and took him to his appointments. My brother, who came over to watch my younger son since I was totally loopy. Even my 5-year-old, who didn’t understand what was going on, but still covered me with a blanket and shared his toys with me so it would make me feel better. (Made me want to cry, it was so cute!)

And especially my hubby. For any single ladies out there who are still looking for the right man, make sure you marry one just like mine (sorry, you can’t have this one!). The kind of man who stands beside you when the shit hits the fan, and is helping you scrape all of it off the ceiling and walls. More importantly, will take the scraper from you when you’re flat on your back in a hospital bed, and keep scraping for you. Who sits beside you when you feel you’re at your worst, holds your hand and tells you he loves you.

I would be ecstatic not to see a hospital room again this year. They should put a plaque with my name on one of those rooms by now. But I know if I am, he’ll be right there with me. Telling me I’m still beautiful. And smiling through whatever nonsense I say while on morphine. (Apparently I asked him 3 times  if he went to the dry cleaners).

I have the best family in the world. And that’s an awesome birthday. And every other day in between!

Improving Every Day…

As much as query rejections get me down, my husband reminded me to step back and look at where I started in my writing ‘career’ a few years ago. And honestly- not to jam on my own piano like Sir Elton John or anything- but I’m freakin’ proud of myself.

A few years ago, I had no other friends or connections in the writing industry, my bookshelf was practically empty (except for college textbooks I wanted to hang on to- yeah, I was that sad!), and a half-completed story in an obscure file on my computer that I’d started in my teens.

Now I have 3 ½ completed manuscripts on my computer, a half a dozen short stories, 80 blog posts, a writer’s conference under my belt, three full bookshelves (and several drawers full of books), and a whole group of writer friends who UNDERSTAND ALL OF THIS and WHY IT’S SUCH A BIG DEAL!

But not only that, my writing has grown so much, just in the last 2 years alone. Trust me- any writer who is brave enough to go back and read what they wrote when they first started in this business will tell you how much they cringed. Some may have even crawled under the table afterwards. Or started a bonfire and roasted marshmallows over them.

I know a lot of this improvement is directly related to the awesome partners I have in my critique group. Some of it’s from reading other books (both in and out of the genre I write), but mostly my critique buddies. And I’m not talking about the kind of critique partners who tell me ‘good job. Keep going.’ I mean the ones who are honest. Who push me to do better. Call me out on the crap, the lazy descriptions, the evil adverbs, the passive sentences or the unrealistic characters or scenarios. And what’s more, put up with me.

When I email them chapters to read through, or vent about something, or ask stupid questions (contrary to belief, those exist), they’re still my friends afterwards and will still read my work. Likewise, they’re still my friend when I rip their chapters to shreds (because I’m trying to make their work better, too. I promise- I’m not out to be a witch just for grins.)

Cheers

So I raise my rum-and-coke to you, my friends. Thank you.

I’ll keep improving every day, with every manuscript that’s still stuck in my subconscious, it’ll get easier and easier to swallow rejection until that one moment where I get ‘the call.’

Then my thanks will be more than just a rum-and-coke toast, but an acknowledgements page.

And a signed copy. 🙂