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15 comments:
Don't make me come over there.
Do you want me to turn this internet around? WELL DO YOU???
MOM! Rebecca's making me pee my pants from laughing again!
(welcome back, T!)
Good, good. I was getting a little worried there.
Thank God. This hurt my world. Don't do it again.
There you are. Welcome back. :)
Yes, here I am and thank you all.
Big sigh of relief here. BIG.
Hell, huge.
Likewise, glad you found your way back.
So, what's the parking like in hell? I bet it's hell...
I am SO relieved! I read your blog as another frantic mommy/writer (yes, that is a slash). I could have used hearing about the paper boats. I'm here (FREAKING OUT!) but calmly ordering chicken fingers for my son. I've had no child care all summer, save for a close friend when I have to fly off for readings. So I'm mommy all day. You just can't proof the new american epic while having a 10 year old screaming for french toast ("NOW!"). I'm in my room, now, sulking for coming home to check if everybody was fed after rushing to Fed Ex with the galleys & art proofs only to have them closed—so, being of the working class, and an old printer, I went around the back and talked to the workers directly (PLEADED!), plus, I already knew there was no way I was going finish all 320 pages before 6:45 today. So, I doubt I get a solid 10 minutes of muse time at any time, night or day. Last night, in desperation, I went to my U office (makes me nervous to be there after dark, alone) and worked until 2:30 am. Made copies. I had gone for miso soup & green tea at an outdoor table on a side street near campus (QUIET!) (my son, bless his heart, talks incessantly) and it was a wonder to meet myself again. A few hours ago, I just shouted down while going upstairs: "I can't even have 10 minutes to talk to husband in any day or night, much less to myself!"
Now I feel better. But I still have a lot to do, since I'm also designing the books..
Thanks, Teresa. This is why, besides catching the few poems you post, I click on you at least twice a day. (Oh, and I so wanted to commiserate. I had to read your boat post a few times to know you weren't kidding. (TRAGEDY!)
Yes! A Po' PoMoMommy Blog!
And let's make Rebecca come over there. (LOVED your cheese comment!)
Now I have to put my son to bed, (MAKE HIM!) and read another chapter of Harry Potter. We're up to the Half Blood Prince chapter. Harry got beat up by Malfoy the night before last. (I'VE READ EVERY PAGE OF EVERY BOOK OUT LOUD!) For crying out loud. I'm about to: ("Time to BRUSH YOUR TEETH!")
Did I tell you the one about a novelist friend of mine, her husband was too busy (they were both profs) to watch the kids, and her youngest girl had just scribbled all over the pages of her NEA application manuscript. Every one. ("Little hearts and flowers all over the first chapter of my new novel!" She cried. She made plans to divorce her husband. She had no choice but to send the application anyway.
She got the grant.
Sorry for venting here, once again (YEA! SKY'S BACK!)
Glad to see you back! I was kind of freaked when I came by to visit and you were gone.
Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just so everyone knows there is plenty of parking in hell;)
I will try not to do it again
but I suffered some major griefs these past three months and three days ago would of been the baby's third birthday. Everything works for me in threes.
And Lorna you made me laugh out loud, I am sooooo sending the next grant with coloring on it.
I was about to start printing T-shirts: Free Teresa Ballard.
PLEASE, PLEASE I SOOOO WANT THAT T-SHIRT!!!
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