Friday, March 30, 2007

I just have big organs

I'm not fat. I just have big organs.

See? And all this time I thought I was just a tad pudgy. Remember hearing that old phrase? "Oh, she's just big boned." Well, I could never use that excuse because actually, I'm pretty small-boned. My frame is fairly average and there is something about your wrist size that is supposed to indicate whether you are small, medium, or large-boned.

I was always small-boned. Drat. Never could use the big-boned excuse.

So, for years I carry around this thing about, I'm small-boned, I should weigh less. Need to lose weight. Too much weight on those bones. Hate my tummy pouch. Ugh. Yada yada yada.

Well, geez, and now I learn, from my doctor, that the little pudge on my behalf has nothing to do with being big or small boned. Or at least that is the way I want to hear it. She would probably not concur. However, I will take this opportunity to put the blame where it should go.

I just have big organs. At least, I have a big uterus and a healthy-size bladder, according to the people who know. All of which means, of course, that my tummy bulge has nothing to do with that extra pasta I ate the other night, or the chocolate mocha chip ice cream I love, but everything to do with my 9c.m. uterus and my 400 c.c. bladder.

Which, of course, is coming out in the next few weeks. The uterus, not the bladder. Heaven forbid. Which means, of course, I can only then blame my tummy pouch on my healthy bladder. Which of course, is not coming out, but just getting a little "tuck."

Speaking of tuck. I did inquire if a tummy tuck could be part of the procedure. You know, get all things in that area fixed all at once? I mean, after 50 years of living a girl should get something, right? And guess what I found out. Yes! They CAN do a tummy tuck. At my expense, of course. Worth pondering.

Hmm...where is that six figure book deal when you need it?

But really, I think a tummy tuck is a fair trade for them taking my uterus. Don't you?

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Life goes on...

There is something to be said for reaching that point in life where your children are finally settled into their own lives, and you, are heading full-blown into a different chapter in your own.

My children, one boy and one girl, are in their early twenties. My daughter -- headstrong, opinionated, but caring and compassionate at the same time, giving and loving, and probably at times too darned fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants. Hmmm...wonder where she gets that from? My son -- practical, methodical, goal-oriented, one-step-at-a-time kind of kid. Both flew the nest early, right after high school. My daughter played the revolving door game for a on her own, come on her own, come on her own. But now, it appears, they are both settled.

My son and his girlfriend bought a house last month. A quite cute house and oh, are they just in seventh Heaven. They've painted and hung pictures and bought curtains and even a big-screen TV. I keep warning them about watching their dollars (that's my job, right?) but they assure me they are fine. Their little family home is complete, the two of them, and Lucy and Patrick, my grand dogs.

The revolving daughter, too, is getting a new home. Her life has been a bit tumultuous the past year, leaving a husband while pregnant with 2 kids in tow. It was her choice, things weren't good, and to be honest, I would have left, too. But there is something there between these two kids who have known each other since they were 18. With as much turmoil in their lives, they've stuck it out, are back together, and today, when asked if she was happy said emphatically, "Yes."

I know the house they are moving to. It is two doors down from the house my children grew up in when I was married to their father. It is on family land. It is home. And for a long time, ever since her father and I divorced when she was 14, I've felt she has been seeking home.

I sincerely hope she has found it, and that she and her husband, their three children, too, will find peace and love and security in their new home. The vibes are good that I'm getting. And for the first time in a long time, I feel at peace for them.

Blessings come in many forms and often unexpectedly. My daughter and her husband had been looking for a house for a few months. This one landed in their lap and within an hour, it was theirs.

"It was time," my daughter told me today. "I kept wondering why it wasn't happening. Now I know I just had to wait."

Yes, it's time. Time for them to make their way in the world. Fly, little birds. And time for me to look to my future, too.


Sunday, March 25, 2007

I've got the bug

I've got the bug.

Don't know whether it is spring fever or the sheer fact that it's been about 10 months since I've heard the words, "Sold!" I've got the selling fever, which means that I've got the writing fever, too. I'm ready to sign on the dotted line. Ready to announce another sale. Ready to get pumped up and powdered up and go-out-on-the-town shouting like Sally Fields, "You like me! You really like me!"

I'm ready to sell another book. A short story. What have you.

I'm getting antsy. Okay, so maybe it IS spring. The windows are open. I hear kids on the street playing. Couples are walking. Dogs are barking. Geese are landing on the lake. Spring. Everything is either moving or waking up or bursting out.

That's how I feel at the moment. Like I'm gonna burst out. There are so many stories in me, so many words to put on that page, so many proposals to get together and shoot off to editors, agents. And only so many hours in the day.

Hence, the problem with getting the bug. I tend to want to sit at the computer all day long. Oh, I have a pattern. I write for a couple of hours. I get up. Do laundry. Clean the kitchen. Take a walk. Write some more. That's the weekends. I can handle that. During the week, we somehow have to work in at least 8 (more like 9 or 10) hours on the day job. They expect that, you know, in exchange for the paycheck.

But it's spring. And the flowers are pushing up. And the grass is getting greener. And my muse is just tickling at me...urging me...write, write, write!

She usually knows when the time is good. I trust her gut. Mine, too. Strike while the iron is hot. Get the ideas, the thoughts, the plot, the story down.

And soon again, maybe I'll hear, "Sold!"

Happy Sunday to you! It is a beautiful day here in Kentucky.


Friday, March 23, 2007

Means of Escape

I'm thrilled to let you know that the release of my next book, Means of Escape, will be here before you know it!

This one was long coming. Let me give you a little history on this book. Originally, it was published in 1999 acquired by a publisher I trusted -- the person who acquired it I admired completely -- but then her company went into partnership with another and before you knew it, things went downhill from there. The book was published, yes, and I think it sold maybe 5 copies and I received about a buck-98 in royalties.

So it sat.

And then life happened.

This was all about 2000 -- seven years ago! I can't believe it when I think about it. I got a new job, my kids grew up, I got married again, I got divorced again, I started over...again. And somewhere in there, I forgot to write. I think I even forgot that I am a writer! That went on for about 4 years. Then sometime after my last divorce and after my daughter finally moved out (with baby...oh, did I tell you I became a grandma in all that, too?) the muse started tickling at me again. And I thought, I need to be a writer again.

Afterall, I had six print books published and a plethora of non-fiction published. I am a writer, I told myself. So go write.

It took a while. I had to build back networks. Join writer groups. Find the time. Balance the job and the grandma gig. I had to even dig up the old stuff, find it, snatch it off old Mac disks and figure out how to get them into my PC. (still working on that one) And write new stuff.

Means of Escape is a book of my heart. I loved writing it. I love the setting. I love the characters. And I love that it will now be back on the shelf.

I've added my book video here, so check it out! I'll be posting more about this release, you can be certain, in the coming couple of months! (see...I really want you to go out and buy it.)


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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Hurry up and wait

Crazy world.

Hurry up. Wait. Hurry up. Wait. Hurry up. Wait. The writing world is so crazy. I feel like I've been hurrying up and waiting about half of my life. My mother used to say, "Don't wish your life away," and now that I'm older, I'm sure she knew what she was talking about. But sometimes -- just once maybe -- I wish that the hurry up part would get here and stick around for a while.

What I mean is this. We all have goals, shoot for the moon, have dreams and desires and want to achieve them. Getting there is half the battle and half the fun, right? No good thing comes easy, right? Or so they say. Have to work for what you want. Sure, I believe in all of that.

Well, I've been working. Hard. Steadily. Hurrying up and getting my work submitted. Waiting. It's the down time that's difficult. The waiting. But I guess I just need to keep working away and getting ready for the next hurry-up session and waiting some more.

Perhaps that is the key. Once your hurry up and do, they you can't rest on your laurels for one second. You can't wait for long. You have to be ready for the next go-round of hurry-up-and-wait.

The other evening, in a flurry, my sisterwriters and I got some publishing news. An editor we'd been targeting was buying in a flurry. Ack! What did we have that would work for her? What to send? Was that synopsis polished enough? Will she look at a partial? What to do? What to do?

We hurried up. We got things ready. We polished. We submitted. We wait.

The ever present wait.

But can't rest on our laurels. Keep moving forward. 2 pages a day. Or more. Make the goal. Get the current w.i.p. finished.

It is a crazy hurry-up-and-wait world. In writing. In just about anything, I suppose. I guess setting the goals along with all that is important. And I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way.


Watch for Means of Escape, Coming in July 2007

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Sunday, March 18, 2007

Welcome to the blog home of Maddie James.

Well, perhaps I should say second home...or is it the third? I suppose it depends upon whether you consider my MySpace site an actual blog site, which I don't, although I occasionally post my book excerpts there once in a while. And I'd originally started blogging over on my yahoo360 site, and found some great friends there, but now I really need a site to just concentrate on my blog. (and it's easer to link to my main website) Although I still want to keep my friends from my old sites!

So I moved to blogger. Let's see how this goes. I think I may like it here.

Stay tuned for more musings from maddie....