Saturday, February 13, 2010

Day 132

I am a bit slow today on account of yesterday's super heavenly day spa. Oh, and it may also have something to do with the champagne and bourbon-athon I had last night. I started off being all regal and bubbly and ended up as a bush pig. It happens. Anyway, I am slow today as a result.

Well, I have some news to share. Chelsea (my 21 year old step-daughter) announced her engagement yesterday. Isn't that lovely! Oh, you didn't know I had a step-daughter? Well, I guess now that she is all grown up and living out of home and doing her own thing we don't spend a lot of time with her anymore, so the subject just hasn't come up. When I met Derek Chelsea was only 6 years old. She has been part of my life every second weekend and half the school holidays since. But when she turned 18 we "released" her into the world suggesting she needn't feel obliged to visit us regularly, just to go out and live the life of a young'n for bit. You know sow the wild oats and all that. Well after some wild oat sowing she has found her man and after only a year they are now dedicating themselves to each other for ever. Isn't that nice?

Anyway, I wrote to my bestie via email and did the whole "we've got huge news" thing and "you'll never guess what has happened" and "we are so excited" and then I left it hanging to get a bit of excitement and anticipation and atmosphere going on across cyber land, and she came back screaming hysterically and excitedly (in capital letters) "OMG YOU'RE PUBLISHED!!!!!" Bugger. I'm not. What a let down. Chelsea's news was lovely and all, but no. I'm not published. Shit. That kind of knocked the wind out of my excitement sails. Chelsea's engagement doesn't even come close to how I am going to feel when I am published. Sorry Chels, seeing you walk down the aisle will come close ... but getting published is going to be undescribable. I can't even put into words how I am going to feel. It's going to be like when I got my HSC results and accepted into uni (I remember opening the envelope with trembling hands and I was almost passing out in anticipation and nervousness), or when Derek proposed to me (and I cried and screamed and ran away from him and forgot to give him my answer), or like when I went to my first ever concert (I was 15 and it was a Wham! concert in Sydney and I was wearing lemon colour 3/4 jeans with matching sleeveless jacket and I was shaking and crying ) or when I went to my first Prince concert (at age 22 wearing a white ruffled pirate shirt, jeans and high heel black ankle boots in the same stadium back in Sydney) or when a boy rang me for the first time at home (no cordless phone so I had to take the call in Mum and Dad's bedroom hoping I wouldn't die from nerves and embarrassment), or when I got my first horse (Dad drove home late one night from working out of town with a Shetland pony in a box trailer with false walls. Even though he was dark brown I called him Blacky after Black Beauty), or on my wedding day (when the limo pulled up outside the church and I froze and couldn't get out because of the enormity of it all). Yep, it is going to feel something like that. I have a feeling it is going to be one of those momentous moments. (A momentous moment?! I guess momentous is a good thing for a moment to be ....)

When is that going to be? When???!!! Gosh darn it (which is an extremely nice way of saying FFS ... which is a nice way to write For Fucks Sake ....) I am not very good at this whole patient persistance thing right now. One week I am all calm and positive and serene and "it will happen when it's meant to happen", and then the next week (like this week) I am all "what the hell are they doing there in publishingville, dont' they know I am the next big thing to hit children's literature??!!! Get your lazy arses moving publishing pigs and stop fart arsing around FFS!!!"

Oh it's hard to be hangin' like this. Oh whoops. This wasn't about me. It was about Chelsea ...

Congratulations Chelsea! I hope your engagement is one of those hugely momentous occasions suspended in time that you can conjur up often with the flick of a mind switch. Just like my publishing news is going to be.


  1. Great news for Chelsea and I'm sure it is only a matter of time before you have great news about being published.

    I have an award for you over at Ignore Reality.

  2. OMG - I am so jealous that you got to see Wham in concert!

    PS - a big congratulations to Chelsea, how lovely that she's engaged :o)


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