If You Feel It

This post is for all of you who think nobody else knows.

If you can’t recall what uninterrupted sleep feels like…

If your nostalgia for another time and place borders on homesickness

If you’ve lost your temper with beautiful, perfect small humans who are doing their best the only way they know how…

If all the fun, beautiful, and exhilarating moments of your day blur at the edges due to frustration and drudgery…

If your current career renders you advanced degree superfluous…

If your lower back is frozen from having an increasingly large person draped on your body a substantial portion of the day (and night)…

If you bristle when other people (especially those under four feet tall) touch your stuff…

If you choose daily between exercise, shower, and reading, since you may only have one…

If you are pondering *multiple* advanced degrees, at any age, because that’s simply how you’re built…

If it feels as though there is not one thing in your house that is yours and just yours…

If you look back at the day and find that you’ve only eaten cheese…

If you really need to start saying no so you can find the more important yeses…

If you feel like a jerk every time you’re feeling sorry for yourself while people in the world are starving, killed for their beliefs, and struggling to do their best but failing because of capricious or cruel forces outside themselves…

If you burst into tears every time you hear a sad story…

If you also burst into tears every time you hear a joyous tale…

If your colleagues make you want to change jobs…

If your boss makes you want to change jobs…

If you can’t change jobs because yours is not, technically, a job…

If shock and nausea washed over you when you realized that any time you spend out of the formal workforce to raise children, write a book, or pursue education meant a huge hit to your ability to save for retirement…

If you need the world to stop for a day or two so you can figure things out…

Holla!

Good god people, are you trying to kill me?

Today alone:

Former client ran into me on the playground of all  places and asked me to do some copywriting. ASAP. Because clients often run ideas by you  several months before they need them.

Agent emailed and said that he wants to see more of my novel but already sees the same major issue that other readers have pointed out. Must reorganize whole book and get it to him by, say, tomorrow.

Peanut does not like the olallieberry crisp we made before lunch and has requested a cookie baking session after nap. I’m not entirely opposed to his demands. But how can I blog the already baked recipe if it’s loathed by 50% of the family who have thus far tasted it? 75%, really, if you consider the cats who won’t touch it. To be fair, they thought it was blackbery crisp. Also, did you notice the two other projects that seem a bit more pressing than cookies, given the ready availability of decent cookies in every case of every local bakery in this country? Hell, FatApples is two blocks away. Run over to the bakery, little boy, and bring back two cookies. Mommy has a book to submit.

Someone with no authority whatsoever has said my novel will be a huge success as a book and also as a major motion picture, floor wax, and cheese spread. I hope it’s non-aerosol. And that she gets some authority over something soon so I can start pushing for an action figure.