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Name: Maggie
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Birthday: 9/2/1979
Gender: Female
Interests: I am working very hard on becoming an honest to God novelist. I'm already a published poet! Too many side tracks to list. Love Buffy, Roswell, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Tombstone, all things western and all things medieval and pre-medieval, Egyptian, the earth and all her glorious mysteries.
Expertise: Ordering people around. Having people bitch at me for stupid stuff. Having marathon geek days.
Occupation: Supervisory
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/28/2004
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| Hello, everybody.
So right now it's a mixture of excitement, panic and self-doubt. With the release of my book getting ever closer, I am feeling everything very acutely right now. Should I have changed this? I should have gone with that plot line! Oh it's too late to change! GAH! I'm terribly excited, but also nervous. Plus the promotional stuff is going to come into play soon.
I have the chance to have a newsletter done, which is really cool.
I keep telling myself, soon, I will be a published author. That thought alone is enough to drive me into pure euphoria.
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| I just realized why I don't get on here as much anymore. It's because everything is so chaotic everywhere else, and I actually spend time trying to hide from people. Here on Xanga, I don't have to worry so much anymore. I'm coming back! It's a good place to hide. For anyone who doesn't know, I am getting a book published. Finally! And by my deadline before I'm 30! Hooray! Should be out in a couple of months. The publishing company was off for the holidays, and my print manager just got back in touch to say he's busy and trying to play catch up. *sigh* Always something. But yes! I am getting published! A real live book. *Happy dance* In other news, I transferred bookstores. So instead of working at the Mesa store where I live five minutes from, I moved to the N. Scottsdale store, which is a 30-45 minute drive. I made the choice because I got promoted to cafe supervisor. It ain't all it's cracked up to be. I'll just say that. Oops. Gotta run, time to get the boy ready! | | |
| I want to hide.
I want to stop being an adult.
I want to make all the bad things go away.
I want to stop being responsible.
I want to not feel as if I fail at everything.
I want to not have to bear the brunt of another living being depending on me.
I want to be up to the task.
I want to succeed.
I want to help my son.
I want to be able to clothe and feed him properly.
I want to be worthy.
Worthy of my son. My husband. My coworkers. My Self.
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| I have to spread the word of Paco the Story-Telling Mule, because it's damn funny. In case anyone doesn't get it (and doubtful anyone who is not a parent would) it's from Veggite Tales. It's funny. It's a Christian based show, but my son loves it and I think it's funny, most of the time. The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything rock!
They've upset me greatly, though. On their video "Lessons from the Sock Drawer", and it was a short they did a few years ago, I believe, it's a tale of St. Patrick. Everyone knows the story. Well, they bring up how the people of Ireland were pagans. What is paganism? the story asks. Well, the Veggie Tales creators put it this way: "Paganism is where people believe there's spirits in sticks and pond scum, and pray to these things."
Sticks and pond scum. What a lovely, succinct way of slandering our faith.
Anyone out there worship pond scum? Hmm? Anyone claim to praise the mighty pond scum?
I want my son to understand all religions, so that way he can find his own path. I have mine. His daddy and I share a path. I would love my son to share our path, but he may find his own beliefs. I want him to be open and not as close-minded as THAT.
Pond scum and sticks.... *grumbles angrily...*
I guess they got it partly right... sticks become wands, through which we wield power. But that pitiful excuse for an explanation? GAH!!! I have half a mind to write them and tell them where to shove said sticks.
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| I am still alive. I get so caught up in the day to day stuff out here, that it's hard to find time to catch up on all my blogs. Sadly, I am still not published yet. My agent's working hard and there are a few bites of interest, but nothing concrete yet. It will come, though. I have faith.
My son is still the same, although he's been working hard. His drawing is now legible... I can make out what he's trying to draw usually! And he's been picking up on sounding out more words! The improvements he's been making have made me incredibly happy. Nowhere near where we need to be, but still, every step is amazing. We are still planning on having him evaluated to find out exactly what's wrong. We're leaning towards expressive language disorder, which basically means that the child is completely cognizant in most areas, but somehow the child can't express words, that connection between the brain and mouth is not quite right, and social interactivity may suffer. Which sounds exactly like our son.
Married life... What can I say? IT's a trial. There are definitely times when I think it would have been easier to stay single, but on the whole I like it. It's pretty much good. Anyone who says that marriage doesn't change anything, LIES. It does. And it's subtle, like you know you're stuck with this person so now you don't have to hold back in your opinions and criticisms. It's sort of funny when we're not yelling at each other. Nah, it's not that bad. We've just been having a real rough go of things for the past few months, and of course it's always financial crises.
I love my husband and my son, I even love my job, but I know I need a better paying job. Sucks. I always have to give up the ones I like, but we need to survive, and that's the most important thing.
Much hugs to all!
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