I’ve never seen our toys look so serious.
I’ve never seen our toys look so serious.
I’m delighted to announce the sell of my short story Loving You Darkly to F(r)iction magazine. F(r)iction is one of the most artistic magazines I’ve seen around lately, and it’s truly an honor to be included!
Loving You Darkly is a tale of friendship, loneliness, justice, and death. I’m exceptionally fond of it and can’t wait until it releases in F(r)iction’s 8th issue.
I made a meme based on Stephen King’s IT, which is one of my favorite books of all time. This was Marsh being a goofball.
I was delighted to be invited to the Barnes and Noble Sci-Fi and Fantasy Blog to discuss my favorite graphic novel!
“What, Mercedes, you have a favorite?”
Why yes, I do, and it’s so insanely beautiful that I could lick it. And perhaps I have, because not only do I own it, but it’s signed by the author. One day I’ll have the illustrator sign it as well and life will be complete! Please swing by the blog and find out which graphic novel is the most glorious thing ever created, in my eyes.
Stokercon was wonderful and busy and bursting with people I love and people I’ll love as soon as I get to know them better. What a cool experience!
It took place on the Queen Mary, which was a phenomenal big ship. It was even sweeter in banana split form.
I spent time with part of the Gamut staff and other friends. We did panels, took pitches, and compared pedicures.
Mat Kaufman and I had a reading together in the Queen Mary’s wedding chapel. I read from Detritus in Love, and I remembered how much I love the beautiful language in this story. And look! I have rainbow hair!
It was a great experience and I’m glad I went. In two weeks I’ll be making an appearance at LDStorymakers, so I’m getting ready for that. Have a great week!
We know why she saw what she did in Wonderland. Look at the size of her bottle!
It’s perfectly fine to ask for help…unless you’re me, that is. Or, I suspect, you. If your mother, spouse, friend, or sibling needed help, wouldn’t you leap to give it? Wouldn’t you stretch out your hand instantly? And sometimes you don’t know they need help unless they ask. Why don’t they just ASK?
Because it’s hard. Because we live in this crazy society where we feel like we have to do everything, and do it perfectly, and do it alone.
This isn’t how societies work. This isn’t how the human animal works. Once we lived in villages and helping each other meant surviving. We didn’t hunt, gather, or parent alone. What suddenly makes us think that we have somehow evolved to do that now, especially when things are more complicated than ever?
We’re weary. We’re taught that busy is better. I know very few people who actually enjoy their lives, and many simply try to survive it.
This is me on a typical day: Get three kiddos to school. Arrange/attend appointments. Keep up with friends, “maintain a presence,” volunteer for my church and community. I try to write/read/blurb/clean/feed the pets/feed the family/feed my soul. And it isn’t working.
The house has fallen. Six hours of volunteering for church a week leaves me exhausted. My writing is stalling and I feel like an imposter who can’t do anything very well.
I tried to ask it. If only people would do more around the house, or follow through their commitments at work, or listen to me when I say no the first time instead of trying to wear me down to a yes. But I’m not good at asking for help. It means I’m not pulling my weight. It means I’m not doing my best, and that means I need to try harder.
Then I ran across an awesome deal on housecleaning. You heard me. Housecleaning.
How many times have you thought, “If I were rich, I’d pay someone to clean my house!” I thought that, too. It would be a glorious thing. But it’s something only rich, busy people do. Not people with stay-at-home careers, like me.
Except it is. My husband thought it was a great idea and encouraged me to try it. We hired them to come, and they came today.
It. Was. Awesome.
Picture this: I had just gotten over either the flu or a diabetic thing, I can’t be sure. But I was weak. Thanks to anxiety about life, I had only slept an hour and a half the night before, from 5:30 am until 7:00 am. (Note exhibit A and B, with the cat and banana bread, all at weird hours of the night.) All three kids had been home for spring break, satelliting around me like drunk fireflies. I’m on a tight writing deadline. I’m pretty rachet.
So I open the door and there are three smiling women. They ask me to prioritize what I’d like them to work on. They are impossibly kind to my children. They are very patient with my son.
They are my backup. They’ve got me, boo.
These women have my back. They start on the bathrooms and I tackle the kids’ rooms. They move to the kitchen while I knock out the laundry. Four people working in tandem is a beautiful thing. And when the dust (quite literally) clears, I have my home back. I’m happy, they’re happy, and I feel a huge sense of relief.
It felt good. I feel like I gained some emotional balance. I think I’ll have them back every six months or so for a good deep clean that feels like it touched my soul as well as my walls. It took two hours for this, and that was all. Two hours. I spent more time than that on the front porch last night, petting cats and looking at Pinterest like a goon.
It was worth it.
“Help” isn’t a long word, but it’s certainly a difficult one to say. But, oh, am I glad I said it. My husband didn’t laugh. My friends didn’t laugh. My mother didn’t point at the dirty laundry and tsk. They were supportive, and it turns out the only one judging me harshly was myself.
Have a lovely day, my friends!
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Adventures in Teaching Creative Writing by Lucy A. Snyder
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Character Building by Theresa Derwin
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They say Tuesday’s child is full of grace. Apparently that isn’t so!
This morning was off to a rousing start when I slept through my alarm. Oldest had decided to go traipsing around outside in bare feet, scaring me and the neighbors. I got him settled, the power inexplicably went off (why?),and then I managed to get Middlest to her early morning honor choir. We rushed back, I got Oldest onto his bus, and then took Littlest BACK to the school for kindergarten. I was already tired and it wasn’t 9 am yet.
Did I mention that my phone is tripping? It called my husband twice and my best friend once. It wasn’t in my purse or pocket, but sitting on the table, untouched, both times. With that, the power, and the car seat electronically adjusting itself back and forth all day without being touched, I’ve decided I have an electrical gremlin causing havoc.
Niko’s favorite blanket was left in the motel eight hours away, so I promised to replace it. I get to the store, buy my things, and come back to find that somebody has parked so close behind me that I could barely open my trunk and I didn’t have room to stand behind it to load stuff. Because of this, I was loading things awkwardly from the side, hurt my shoulder, and dropped a piece of heavy furniture on my hand. Man. That hurt. Extra points for not starting the offending car on fire for parking far too close. I think I would have been justified. When I went to hop into the car, the seat had adjusted itself so far forward that there was no way I was getting in there. Stupid gremlins.
Came home to ice my hand, which was throbbing and swelling. While carrying a glass jar I just bought, I tripped over Taco Truck (one of our two stray cats), dropped the jar, and then stepped on the glass with bare feet. I left bloody footprints as I limped off to take care of my foot, which was awesome because I still had difficulty with one hand and shoulder. But my Star Wars Band-Aids are AWESOME.
Honestly, at this point I wanted to hide in my room and never come out again, but it was time for me to pick up the three kiddos and get to gettin’. Also, I have a short story and a revision to turn in this week. And a church thing tonight where we’ll be in charge of running and jumping children. Also, my husband is out of town on a business trip and I’m holding down the fort, alone and wounded.
I’m grateful that I’ve taken some Tylenol and I have enough distance from it to realize that it’s funny. If I was watching a movie, I’d point at the screen and yell out, “Stay in bed, you poor sap! The universe is out to kill you!”
The universe may kill me yet. We’ll see. But at least I tried, and I’d give myself a hearty high five for that except that it would hurt far too much. 😛
You guys! This will be so much fun! The Writer’s Block is sponsoring EXPO, which is a reader’s series featuring five Las Vegas authors who will read five minutes of their work. I’m delighted to participate in tonight’s reading alongside Dayvid Figler, Kayla Miller, P Moss, and Amanda Skenandore. The event is free and you don’t have to RSVP. Just pop on by and say hi!
Friday, March 10, 2017
7:00 pm – 8:00 pm
The Writer’s Block
1020 Fremont Street