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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

A big day of Meh planned

Well, I'm officially over my cold... other than an itchy throat. There was much rejoicing. This morning, I have yoga which will be followed by CLEANING in a major way. I'll probably finish listening to "The Ruins" so that I can verify that everyone appropriate dies. Then, I get to go hang out at Stephanie's for a while. Woo woo!

As far as writing goes... I'm over half-way through Honor Among Thieves in rewriting, and it's going well. I'm cutting out all the passive voice crap that snuck in. My goal is to finish it by Saturday and rewrite my query letter. Then, I'll send it off to two publishers and five agents. October is fast approaching. I got a letter from T's teacher listing me as a volunteer on Fridays in October, and the husband mentioned that it might interfere with my shift at McDonalds. He was smiling when he said it, so he didn't get his teeth kicked in.

I wish money grew on trees. Something B said last night... made me really wish we could afford to throw money at therapy still. We always wanted to try a type of therapy called RDI therapy. I just couldn't ever find the money. Plus, we were hemoraging money for therapy already. It makes me feel like a failure that I couldn't budget enough money for that... or for us to magically stay out of debt.

There is a short story that comes to mind frequently when I think of money problems. It's called "The Rocking Horse Winner" by D.H. Lawrence.

The Rocking Horse Winner

I'll snatch one bit from it:

And so the house came to be haunted by the unspoken phrase: There must be more money! There must be more money! The children could hear it all the time though nobody said it aloud. They heard it at Christmas, when the expensive and splendid toys filled the nursery. Behind the shining modern rocking-horse, behind the smart doll's house, a voice would start whispering: "There must be more money! There must be more money!" And the children would stop playing, to listen for a moment. They would look into each other's eyes, to see if they had all heard. And each one saw in the eyes of the other two that they too had heard. "There must be more money! There must be more money!"

The story ends... sad, but I try not to hold that against it. Anyway... with two kids in need of therapy... sometimes I feel like our house is haunted like that. The husband makes a really great salary, but debt has this way of over-coming all. I've decided that substituting words into a Jeff Goldblum quote is fun. From Jurassic Park (sort of- bolded are mine):

"If there is one thing the history of evolution has taught us it's that debt will not be contained. Debt breaks free, expands to new territory, and crashes through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously."

Well, that's my day... Jeff Goldblum and D.H. Lawrence. Consider yourselves culturified.


  1. Good going on finishing up your revisions, and getting over a cold is always cause for celebration (especially with little ones to care for) :)

    Thanks for the interesting snippet from The Rocking Horse Winner... boy can I relate.

  2. I feel your pain on the cold and the debt thing(great quote) "There must be more money" that's what made my husband decide to take on a second job. Time to dig ourselves out of the hole. Hi I'm Mary by the way - found your blog through Diana Paz. I like what I've read so far.