Where was I last week? What's going on with me? What happened to those WOMS I promised? Let's see... Last week I was sick. This week, I'm feeling better, but I woke up dizzy today, so I'm not certain my mind is functioning at full capacity. I'm in the middle of revisions and going cross-eyed from it, but I think it's one of the best decisions I've made (or rather, one of the best responses an agent has ever given me). The vast majority of my energy is being spent on those, which leaves ...
Musings
A Different Perspective
I'm going through this pre-pre-marital counselling with my rabbi and rebbetzin right now, and one of the first steps in the process is taking this infamous Taylor-Johnson Temperament Analysis. Apparently, it's suppose to be great for couples and relationships because of its unique cross-examination feature. No, it is not a compatibility test. My opinion is it focuses on behavioural patterns, and thus how you relate to another person or are perceived by another; hence why its focus is aimed ...
A Jerusalem Vignette
We had just finished saying our goodbyes to my visiting aunts. I sauntered out of the hotel, and as I exited, watched a couple emptying out of their vehicle. The man's back faced me as he assisted his, I assumed, wife from the back seat, and upon his silver hair sat an obvious black kippah. Observing more closely, I saw they were dressed in their Shabbas clothes -- he in a suit of black with a white shirt and black tie; she in an elegant, floral pencil skirt with a long-sleeved blouse and ...
Don’t Give Up
My heart palpitates as my finger hovers over the SEND button, my palm clammy with a sudden burst of perspiration. "This is it," flashes through my mind, and before I lose my nerve, I tap the screen. Expelling a heavy sigh from years of bent up disappointment, frustration, and whatever minuscule amount of hope remains, I lean back in my chair to relax my racing heart. I've only just sent the beginnings of my revisions for my manuscript to a friend for review. She read the first dreadful, ...
Repeating History
You know, it's funny when your history repeats itself. Literally. Nine years ago, I experienced my first blow out tire whilst driving down interstate highway 35 in Denton, TX. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. And stressful too. This is how the tire looked afterwards: Today, I watched my "new" car get towed to the mechanic. Again. That's the second time in less than 2 weeks. First, my throttle failed, and now my alternator has failed. I've had this car for only ...
