Wednesday, September 7, 2011
I’m trying to remind myself right now that it is my motherly duty in life to clean up the kitchen and then pick up the toys. It sounds so chauvinistic, but looking at the big picture: I’m in my early thirties, my babies are still babies, I’m young, have my health and a great family. I shouldn’t be greedy and think: wouldn’t it be awesome to throw on my coat, grab a pack of stogies and head on over to the nearest bar for a drink, maybe scout out some hotties. NO! No! No! That’s what my twenties were for, but rather, my teenage years since I met my hubby at 19. I’m a rusher. So I wanted kids fast. I mean we lived together for five years before we even got engaged, but even then, I was screaming to get pregnant. So here I am, 32 years old…ok…35. Two boys (screaming boys, today). One has a cold and the other is on antibiotics, which makes for a beast. The weekend has been relaxing and nice. Hubby is on the couch watching football and I’ve been searching the Internet for literary agents and now releasing my thoughts.
I’m still 50/50. 50% wants to be out and 50% wants to be snuggled up at home. It’s kind of painful being a cancer and a Leo. My horoscope is on the cusp, which means my crab and lion fight a lot. The crab (cancer) wins out most of the time. This means the sensitive homebody is dominant, but the lion (Leo) is a good fighter. The lion would take me to a whole new world. Explore, take over, and be fearless. The lion was my movie star and the crab (cancer) is my home and family. Personally, I like the lion though…she has some pretty good stories to tell.
Looking for a literary agent sucks. I’ve already received fifty rejection emails within the past two months. I keep trying to change my query letter, but I know they suck. Writing a brief synopsis of an entire book doesn’t seem to be my thing. I had an agent call me months ago. He was interested in my novel, however I had no proof that he was legit. I couldn’t find anything about him on the internet and his web site was extremely vague and shady looking. So when my husband Jake said, “I bet he’ll call you from a private number.” I had my guard up, big time. And so, the next day, he called…from a private number. I was prepared and in bitch mode. I interrogated the man. Where are you from? Who have you published? Why aren’t you on the internet? Why are you calling and asking me what I would like to see happen with my book? Well, isn’t it obvious jack off I want it published legitimately. I didn’t say it in those words of course, but my no bullshit tone was obvious.
After an hour on the phone with him explaining the in’s and out’s of the publishing industry, he started to sound official and I couldn’t believe his patients with me. Well! Any scammer is going to have the patients of a saint, and I’m from
Jersey, so this guy better think twice. He said his crew was going to review the book and see if they had the funds to edit, promote and publish…yada...yada. My husband, Jake was silently on 3-way listening to the whole conversation and when we hung up with the publisher, Jake started criticizing that I was way to harsh and how “the agent” sounded real enough to him. That made me nervous and annoyed since Jake was the one who insinuated he was a scam from the start. He told me that if he was a legitimate publisher, I most likely lost my chance since I was rude.
I got an email from the guy the next day that my novel was not in the budget and he’ll keep me in mind..yada..yada. But you know what! So what if I lost a chance! If my gut told me it was shady from the start, well then maybe and most likely…it was. I mean…If you operate your business to where your potential client originally thought you were a scammer, then how good could your business be? Everything happens for a reason. That’s what I’ll just keep telling myself. In the meantime, take care of your boys, work your part time job and keep trying as long as you have the stamina for it. That’s what I’ll tell myself. Good things come to those who wait, right? Don’t’ be greedy and enjoy the good life you are living right now. But its human nature to want more. Isn’t that what keeps us going!
So many questions. It feels good to get them out on paper. So I can look back at what an idiot I am. I’m just being factitious…it’s good to question yourself. It’s good to have deep thoughts. I would like to consider myself a “deep thinker” rather than just a “stay at home mom”. No wonder “they” say the stay at home moms in the 1950’s were miserable. How can you take pride in cleaning all day? It should be about whatever makes you happy and if cleaning and cooking and tending to the children make you happy then more power to you. But most people need a hobby. Some men fix cars or follow sports and some women sew clothes or join the
PTA, but I guess you need something outside of the home to make you whole. I’m trying to be a writer, however there is no recognition unless you are published. So that’s my goal for now. Last year it was to sell my townhouse. I failed miserably. I’m still sitting in this small two bedroom box. I try not to put all the blame on myself. The economy is resembling the depression and the real estate market has taken one of the worst hits it has ever seen.
We bought at the height of the market. When the realtor's where rolling in commission, now 5 years later, we are trying to sell while the real estate market has crashed. Besides the fact that we would lose a ton of doe, we are in competition with ten other unites in our development and I mean the same exact townhouses for sale. It’s not like a house, where your lay out may appeal to different types. NO! We are set up exactly the same and we all have been sitting for sale for years now.
In the beginning I spent countless hours on the multiple listing website searching for my dream home and boy did I find them. Them, meaning I have found my dream home so many times. And they all eventually sold while my house just sat on the market, untouched. Each sale of my dream home, each open house my realtor had or we hosted ourselves, each appointment made where I spent so much energy trying to make my home look just right for a potential buyer, was heart-breaking. Not even mentioning all the fights I had with Jake to get him to list with a realtor. He doesn’t want to sell. He’s happy were he is. Plus, he doesn’t want to lose the money, but I’m in this tiny house all day with two boys and surrounded by toys. A lot of people in this community are the same age, going through the same thing. We all want out because we have no room. I guess the people who have lost their jobs aren’t complaining about whatever roof they have over their heads, just as long as they have one. Jake reminds me of that whenever I start complaining about real estate. He groins, “You don’t know how lucky you are.” It’s pretty much the same lecture I give my little guy Max, when he won’t eat his food, “Other kids don’t have anything to eat.”
I hate when I get lectured to like I am the child. He’s right and all. But I want a pity party because I failed at getting our house sold and it puts a bad taste in my mouth because if I can fail at something small like that, well then, I certainly can fail at the big things in life. I don’t even want to mention them.