Today I went to a talk by Chet Ramos. He’s a writer, with several novels, and a weekly column in the Boston Globe. He spoke about writing, and how he writes, and how he got into writing. He didn’t start writing until he was in his thirties. And he didn’t get published until he was in his forties. Now one of his novels has been made into a movie, and he’s obviously a successful writer. He was inspiring to me, as a writer who has yet to be published. I’ve finished one novel, well almost finished, and soon I will try to market my manuscript to agents &/or publishers. Scary. The “business” part of writing is vicious, as I understand it. I can only hope for the best, and not take rejection too personally. That’s easier said than done for me, I’m sort of a petty person.

I’m also thinking of going back to school for a masters degree, to become a librarian. I don’t know if I want to spend the time on that degree, or if I should concentrate on more writing. Then there’s the added pressure of starting a family. I’m 27, and would like to have a few kids. Now, or soon, is the time for that too. Plus we may be moving…

I remember when I was in college, and I thought things would be so easy once I got my degree and got a job. HA! So naïve. But at least I have a wonderful husband and sweet dog to help me figure it all out. Thanks for listening.

posted by Damien at 7:19 PM

"Why would I put an oatmeal crisp in the bed?" That's what Damien asked me. You see, I thought he planted it in the bed so I would find it and think it was a scab and get grossed out, and maybe even puke because we all know I have a weak stomach. Anyway, he claims he didn't plant the oatmeal crisp, and it's my duty as a wife to believe him. It's also my duty, as a wife, to make the bed every day. Either that, or ignore the fact that the bed never gets made. I waver back and forth between the two. Right now I'm on a "make the bed daily" kick.

I have poison ivy again. I've had it at least once a year ever since I got my dog. The first year I had an excuse, I didn't know that my dog could be a "carrier." What happens is, the oil from the plant gets on my dog's fur. Then when I touch her, the oil gets on me and causes an allergic reaction. Last year my reaction was so bad that it turned into erythema multiforme, which is even worse. I would pay big money to anyone who could come up with a cure for "poison ivy." I tried Zanfel, which claims to remove the oil from your skin, but it doesn't work for me. I just found Technu, which claims to do the same thing, so I'll let you know how that works.


posted by Damien at 7:00 PM