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Friday, July 29, 2005

From the Mouth of My Babe

At 5:50 this morning, somehow I hear Tax Deduction The Elder walk into the bedroom and take a seat on the floor. Now understand that my bedroom floor is covered with piles of laundry I meant to tackle yesterday. (Note to self: DO LAUNDRY.) Not wanting my firstborn to sit next to dirty socks, I cracked open an eyelid and saw the time. Sleepily, I called his name.

"What're you doing, hon? You don't have to sit on the floor. Come here."

Next to me, Loving Husband groans. He'd just seen the time, too. We'd been working on the whole "Up and At 'Em Before Six" thing, to no avail; the goal is to have our offspring either stay in bed or play quietly by themselves until 6 A.M. "Crap," mutters LH, hiding his head under the pillows.

(You're probably thinking, It's just ten minutes early. Let me tell you, when you're going on more than four years without a good night of sleep, every second counts.)

Tax Deduction The Elder gives me a big hug and tells me that he had "a good nap."

Loving Husband suggests that TDTE go potty. Our son thinks this is a fine idea. He hands me his Cookie Monster and his little blue teddy, telling me, "Here, Mommy. You can sleep with Cookie and Teddy." This brings a smile to my face. Then he adds, "And when I come back, you can give them to me."

So Loving Husband and I snag another twenty seconds of sleep. TDTE, done with his morning business, comes back and crawls into bed with us. We have a family hug, which is a fabulous way to start the day. TDTE tells us about his dreams (much bashing of monster heads, etcetera). Suddenly, he looks at the clock, then gets right in my face. With an eager look, he announces, "Mommy, it's six o'clock. It's time to get up!"

Who needs alarm clocks?

Jackie's Submission Report
One short story has made a "final reading pool"; I should be hearing the final status soon. (Cool!) Another scored a form rejection. ((shrug)) Already sent that one out to another market.

Something that I've finally learned is that it's not just about writing well; it's about targeting your editors. Sounds obvious, no? What one editor at one magazine hates, another editor at another magazine loves. So, for any writers out there, don't get discouraged if you get form rejections. Keep sending them out. And if you actually get feedback from an editor about what specifically didn't work for him or her, so much the better.


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