Santa Cruz, California, October 28th, 2014

Santa Cruz, California, October 28th, 2014

Friday, February 28, 2014

Rant. RantS....as in plural...beware, I use the words 'shut' and 'up'.


Ahhhh, it's Friday.
Or as I'm feeling feel right now, FRYday.

I'll start trite and build from here.

-I hate winter. I hate being cold. And don't say "Oh, you'll miss this in July." Nope. Gotcha there. I. WILL. NOT!!!

-I don't feel like washing my hair. I am categorically lazy. AND I just gave written testimony to that notion. HOW lazy is a person if they avoid the trauma of washing AND drying their hair? Oh shut up, and don't answer that.

-I want my blog to have 23 thousand followers who hang on my every witty word. Like Jen Hatmaker. Mercy. I read her stuff and think, "this is how *I* talk!!". But, I'm not her. Although our names are close. Poor thing, I bet she's sitting at home, reading this, saying "Ohhhh, if I could, for but a moment, BE Jennifer Major!!!"  Sure, here's my hips, knock yourself out.

-My neck and my shoulder STILL hurt. Stupidstupidstupid ice storm!! My physio did acupuncture yesterday. No, we'll not being doing that again. Hello, waves o' pain. And guhhhh, NOT the needles, the after effects. Kinda like a pain hangover. Thank the Lord she's awesome in every other physio-y kind of way. And yes, things are WAY better than they were a month ago.

-There is a certain person I really, really, really, REALLY want to interview for my blog. This person is playing hard to get. I am not a 4 year old who's just been told she can't have ice cream for dinner. Buuuuut, I'd say I'm getting close. >this< close. Stomp. Stomp. Sticks tongue out. Stomp. Just say yes and get this over with!!! No, it's not Hugh Jackman. Frankly, I'm sick of his infernal begging.  

-I'm struggling to get my brain around a re-write. I know I CAN do it. I know I want to tell these stories. I'm highly frustrated. Yes. I know, I can hear a few people saying "Oh shut UP and stop whining! YOU have an agent! I don't. Stop complaining about a re-write,  do you know how hard this writing thing is???" 

   Yes. Yes, I do. Thanks. But it is still HARD. I have my rights, and one of them is whining. No, I haven't cried like a baby...yet...today.

And I am beyond grateful for my agent, believe me, I AM! But it doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be frustrated. When you pour months into a piece of work, and it turns out to be a piece of work, and you have to turn around and hit 'rinse, repeat', it is TIRING. It's exhausting, and it is disheartening.

I heard that 'you can do it!'. Thank you.

-I totally, completely, super, really, really, totally appreciate the mountain of hits my blog gets...but, PLEASE, say hello? PLEEEEEEASE.

                                                                        Thank you,
                                                                              Needyzilla.


PS-go back one entry and leave a comment for the Bling...I'll draw a name Sunday night.





18 comments:

  1. Jennifer, darling--Repeat after me---> "It WILL be okay." Really. It will.

    I'm with you on winter. (We're now facing more winter fun -NOT!- over our way.) I've demanded my husband retire me somewhere on the water--to which he always grins. But I'm serious, I'm a born-and-bred Ozarks gal, and I want to go somewhere warm. With no ice, snow, or tornadoes. Someday....

    Now--about this writing gig. I've been at it awhile now. I could tell lie--er--fib and tell you it's easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy. But you know it's not. I've cried, kicked, screamed, and railed a lot along the way. And then when I get that out of my system, I put my fingers to the keyboard and go again. Because, my dear Jennifer--it's what we do.

    And don't worry about comments. Comments are noticeably down all across the board. Readers just don't have a lot of time in busyness of life. Don't take it personally. (And in my case--I literally have to switch browsers to comment on my fave Blogger peeps because Blogger and WP just don't get along sometimes.) But...I still love you AND read you! :)

    You CAN do this. You WILL do this. You were created for just this mission. No one can do what you can. God's given you the heart and talent for this new work. Dry your pretty eyes now and just do it. xoxo

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    1. "You were created for just this mission. No one can do what you can."

      Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!

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  2. Hang in there.

    Remember, they can kill you, but they can't eat you.

    I'm still trying to figure out exactly what that means, but it sounds good.

    http://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2014/02/romantic-marriage.html

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    1. I think they CAN eat you, it's just illegal. And unhealthy.

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    2. Thank you, Andrew. All except for the eating me part.

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    3. Sarah Thomas, thank you. For being the voice of reason!

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  3. Jennifer ... if it helps, I doubt it will, I'm getting over some type of intestinal virus ... or my nerves have caused a colon problem with my upcoming speaking engagement looming in my mind. And not knowing what it is ... I told myself this morning I'd better relax and take it easy ... I don't want a "major" health problem just from my silly nerves. Gracious. I didn't think I was "that" nervous ...??

    You may wonder why I shared that with you? Ha! It's what I'm dealing with today. My whole abdomen is sore. But ... I appreciate you being real. You don't pretend ...

    A re-write ... would hurt my tummy, too!

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    1. Health is very much a mind-body thing, Shelli. Don't denigrate yourself because of nerves. The symptoms are real, and they hurt.

      Right now...as a rant...I DO NOT want to exercise. Everything hurts too much, and exercise will just make it worse. Endorphins seem rather a myth, in this case.

      However.

      To fight what I'm fighting, I need strength. To perform my duties, I need strength. And I need know know that I can push myself beyond what I feel I can tolerate, to know that I can tolerate more.

      This game is nowhere near over. I'm going to (insert scatalogical adverb) WIN.

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    2. Thank you, Andrew. You know ... I ran a whole mile in four days, before I got sick (ha!). I wonder if that irritated things, added on top of being a bit nervous. I told you speaking is so hard for me. Exercising probably sent my body into shock ... haven't exercised much through the winter ... only when walking miles at Disney World!

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    3. Shelli! You poor thing!!! Rest, eat lots of cheese and bananas!
      WHere are you speaking?

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    4. Jennifer, I'm speaking for my church women's retreat ... at the Hilton in Rockwall, TX ... Just one night, one hour ...March 21st, Friday night. Pray for me, please! I've been preparing and am really excited ... but public speaking always scares me ... has since I was a kid. And I ate a banana today!! Hurts to walk. If it is a virus ... it's one like I've never experienced. I'm just thankful I can eat!!

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    5. EEK!!
      Drink lots of water!

      As for the speaking? You'll do GREAT!!!

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  4. Bless your heart, Jennifer...and your body! I think the Lord is going to use your writing in a powerful way...maybe that's why you're feeling so buffeted right now, since the enemy surely isn't happy about that. Hang in there, friend! Phil. 4:13. :)

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  5. Funny, but I am intrigued by your experience of the cold weather. I got lost in the Australian Alps once and that was my only bad experience of cold, except for when my toes got frost bite camping in a mining town. I saw God's guidance to help me out of there, especially during a lightning storm, let's trust him to help us through life. Eddy Case

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    1. Thank you for visiting, Eddy! And trust me, cold weather is for the birds. Penguins, that is.

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  6. Wow, check out all the comments! I'm going to try the begging and groveling tactic on my blog… :P
    Yeah, cold sucks. Pain sucks. But this too shall pass. And in the meantime, you get to hang out with really cool people, talk books, write books and just be your fun loving awesome self. Take another pill and put on a smile.
    Here endeth today's lesson.
    Did I help? Probably not. But it's the effort, right?
    :)

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    1. Hey Cathy!

      Yes, you did. You always do!

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