Done
Today I wrote the last four story revisions and now have a back log of reading for dear Connie to do when she gets back from her weekend away.
She has been my extra set of eyes, scrutinizing word choice, tone and even punctuation. She is happy to tell anyone that is because of her OCD. But she left early Saturday and I have produced sixteen more stories since then. So until I get them back from her I won't forward them to the editor.
I feel that I eliminated redundant topics and softened the voice and added more of an intimate invitation to spending time with God in my writing, so please pray with me that it meets with the Editorial team's approval. Of course, if it doesn't I will do whatever it takes to fix it, but this was hard work.
Writing is solitary and I am ready to be back home and with my family and friends again.
I fly into Newark Wednesday and will visit my mom briefly before going home. I spoke with her today and she really sounded awful. She does and doesn't want to stay in NY, does and doesn't want to come to PA, and basically doesn't want to live on without my dad.
She tells me she cries every night (I have been too) and night time is always the hardest. I am at a loss as to how to support her, perhaps simply listening and affirming her feelings are what is best for now. I am glad she isn't in the apartment by herself, yet she doesn't really seem satisfied that Matt and Carolyn are there either. It is difficult. Nothing is ever quite right and she is very negative. I can't fix it for her, I can only help her with the choices she has to make, but now apparently she has changed her mind about the apartment in Danville (who would want to live in stupid Danville, she says) that we put a deposit down on and were planning on renting starting in June. Perfect place, but only if she wants to come to PA. Now she says she wants to stay in the city....Yet the apartment makes her sad because all of my dad's stuff is still there. I am confused.
She has been my extra set of eyes, scrutinizing word choice, tone and even punctuation. She is happy to tell anyone that is because of her OCD. But she left early Saturday and I have produced sixteen more stories since then. So until I get them back from her I won't forward them to the editor.
I feel that I eliminated redundant topics and softened the voice and added more of an intimate invitation to spending time with God in my writing, so please pray with me that it meets with the Editorial team's approval. Of course, if it doesn't I will do whatever it takes to fix it, but this was hard work.
Writing is solitary and I am ready to be back home and with my family and friends again.
I fly into Newark Wednesday and will visit my mom briefly before going home. I spoke with her today and she really sounded awful. She does and doesn't want to stay in NY, does and doesn't want to come to PA, and basically doesn't want to live on without my dad.
She tells me she cries every night (I have been too) and night time is always the hardest. I am at a loss as to how to support her, perhaps simply listening and affirming her feelings are what is best for now. I am glad she isn't in the apartment by herself, yet she doesn't really seem satisfied that Matt and Carolyn are there either. It is difficult. Nothing is ever quite right and she is very negative. I can't fix it for her, I can only help her with the choices she has to make, but now apparently she has changed her mind about the apartment in Danville (who would want to live in stupid Danville, she says) that we put a deposit down on and were planning on renting starting in June. Perfect place, but only if she wants to come to PA. Now she says she wants to stay in the city....Yet the apartment makes her sad because all of my dad's stuff is still there. I am confused.
Labels: acknowledging grief, Connie Pombo, staying in NYC, Writing
posted by www.kathypride.com at
11:21 PM
2 Comments:
Okay, I'm back...off to read your stories. I think my brain is intact. I still don't know where I am or what I'm doing, so I'm sure I'll be a great reader for your stories (ha!).
HUGS!
Oh, so much for great intentions. My hubby's car broke down, had to take him to the mechanic and drop him off at the gym (of course!!!!), and then I went to Panera (NO INTERNET ACCESS). What? Didn't they know I had work to do?! Picked up Mark 15 minutes too late to pick up his car. Good news. You'll be flying and I'll be reading tomorrow--all day (looks like rain in the forecast so that's good!).
I'm still exhausted (three days of 3:00 AM is too much for me!). Good grief, I think we need a vacation girl...how about you? I am gone again this weekend speaking, but it should be fun!
HUGS to YOU and give Mamma Val a hug too (I miss her so much!).
Connie (the extra pair of eyes!)
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