In December, a literary agent called me to give me some suggestions on my manuscript. He then gave me permission to resubmit if I decided to rewrite, addressing his concerns. My first thought was, OMG, I can't believe an agent called me! Then, coming down from my agent-high a day later, I thought, ugh, another rewrite.
I spoke with my mom, who always gives me the best biased opinion possible, and the members of one of my critique groups, who are straight-forward legit and brilliant. I thought. And thought. And thought some more.
The agent was right. One-hundred percent. So, I began the rewrite the first week in January and am now stuck on the last chapter. Not the last chapter of the book, but the last chapter I need to write. Being stuck sucks.
Three weeks ago I took my husband to see Forks Over Knives, a documentary about plant based diets, in Portland. The information provided in this film was enough to get him to try the healthier lifestyle to reduce his cholesterol, chances of vascular diseases and cancer. So far, he loves the diet and feels ten million times better than he ever has. Of course, he never listened to me when I told him about all these things before the film, but I'm not complaining because I'm happy he now can live a healthy, long life with me.
The thing is, though, with change comes... He's dealing with the ridicule and the harassment better than I ever would and I'm not only proud of his dedication to his health, but also of how he has reacted to the backlash from friends and others.
Now, I've been able to practice vegetarian cooking without hearing the whines and cries from others in the household--well, almost. My son is still a meat eater and that's okay because it is his choice. I'm not a cook, but it's been kind of fun experimenting with veggies, beans and grains.
Here's my latest creation which tasted much better than it looks--stuffed peppers.
I've been toying with the idea of going back to school. It took me thirty-three years to discover what I want to do with my life and now that I know, it seems so far out of reach. I'm going to be thirty-seven this month and time is just slipping away. Don't get me wrong. I'm not going to give up my dream to become a full-time, published author who travels the world, but I need to pull my head out of the clouds because my reality-job, which pays jack, is killing my wrists and thumbs and elbows. I won't last another two years in this job (massage therapist), let alone twenty when I can retire. My husband works his booty off to pay the bills and I feel bad.
So, maybe I should go back to school. Problem is, I don't know what I want to go back to school for. It would have to be for something that's going to make bank because that's the whole point. Doctor? Nurse?
Cubicles are not in the cards for me, but if need be, perhaps I could get a desk job until my books are published. There I go again. Reality check, check, check. Not that I should be complaining because I'm thankful we are doing okay and have been given so much in this life. I'm human and a dreamer, so there.
To make matters more confusing, yesterday I took a "What Should You Be When You Grow Up" quiz. My results: Creator/Artist
Have you watched Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World ??? I love this movie. In it, there is a vegan character with vegan powers. Rad! Unfortunately, he dies. But, I think it would be super-d-duper to have vegan powers. Although I'll never have the powers depicted in the movie, I've decided I want my body in the best shape it's ever been in. I've decided to work out. Gasp!!
That's right, folks. Angela works out five to six days a week. "How does she do it?" you ask. Have you watched the show Heavy ? That's all the motivation anyone ever needs. In fact, I hope to run my first 5K in March. Woot woot. :)
This weekend, I watched these two movies and cried during both:
That's where I've been and where I am. I continue to read when I'm not revising, but haven't read anything worth mentioning on the blog. Teens don't seem to enjoy being interviewed, so I've ceased that part of the blog and I haven't met any new Someday Famous YA Authors recently to talk about either. So, when I get a chance, I'll just talk about me. How awesome is that? Very. ;)
Peace out for now.