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I blogged about “to declutter or not to declutter, that is the question.” I came to the conclusion that I must declutter. I threw out NINE bags of books that were OLD, worn, torn and just out-of-date. I could not tell. It did not make a difference. I still do not have any extra shelf space.
I had the gardener trim and deadhead the perennials in the front yard. The garden does not look any less full. I am on a diet. I still cannot shed a pound. I donated all the clothes in my closet that I have not worn in the last two years. I still do not have any extra hangers, nor do I have any extra hanging space. So, what have I accomplished? In addition, I have gone back to old hobbies – writing and drawing. Now I have piles of projects—some I am finishing off, like my book, others that are I am in the middle of, like two children’s book I am working on, some I am collecting as ideas. In addition, I became interested in ancestry.com. I met a second cousin I never knew existed and now I have two folders — one for my paternal ancestors and one for my maternal ones. My husband, who is a history guy, saw my collection of photos and articles and he became interested. Now we are making a folder for his ancestors. My grandson is in kindergarten and he has already created lots of drawings and a few samples of writing that my daughter simply must keep but has no space, and so we are now collecting his work. My granddaughter, who is two, has the “What am I chopped liver?” attitude, so we are now collecting her work.
My plan was to retire and SIMPLIFY.
Is life complicated or is it just me?
Just yesterday I found out that I will have to make a two minute (timed to the second) presentation on my book. It is called an elevator pitch. That two minutes will determine whether or not I will be asked back to do a book talk. I love to write. I love word-smithing. I can go to sleep and wake up in the middle of the night with a fully formed poem, the words having eluded me the day before. I love to take my time and think when I sit in front of my computer – typing as I am, correcting, revising. I am not so comfortable speaking in front of strangers, let alone a large audience. I like to make eye contact. My heart may start to pound and interfere with my thoughts. I may turn red. I may become aware of my hands, my feet, my shoes – and you know about my shoes. My mouth may get dry. I may wish I had a prescription for Xanax.
Once again, my marriage proved serendipitous. Just last week, Phil signed both of us up for ongoing workshops in public speaking. The group is called Toastmasters and I joined last night. Here’s to my Phil for knowing what to do to push me along the way! I was told that my little speech was funny, down-to-earth, honest, and that I used vivid, unique descriptors so I guess I came across as the author of this book, which has been described as honest, down to earth, laugh out loud…I am raising my glass to life!
THIS BOOK WILL BE SHIPPED TO ME NEXT WEEK. THEN I WILL GET A DATE WHEN IT WILL BE OFFICIALLY AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE ON AMAZON AND / OR KINDLE.
PLEASE CELEBRATE WITH ME. I AM A STORY TELLER, AND WHILE I AM TELLING THE STORY OF MY LIFE, I RELIED ON SOME OF THE STORIES YOU SHARED WITH ME. I COULD NOT HAVE WRITTEN THIS BOOK WITHOUT ALL OF YOU AND SOME OF YOU I ONLY MET ON FACEBOOK.
In my book, RAGING AGAINST AGING, I wrote about the artist Bonnard who was caught touching up his own painting in the Louvre. He was escorted out by security guards, his paints and brushes in hand. I cannot believe that I am still finding mistakes – fewer and less glaring – but mistakes, nonetheless. I had my piece edited by the author Sherry Suib Cohen, by two friends, my brother-in-law, and twice by my daughter. I myself have edited my 140 page book at least 12 times. A close friend, who was a professional book editor her entire life, edited it yet again and made 1,055 comments. I accepted 98% of her suggestions. And yet, I am still finding mistakes. I left out a space after a period. I forgot to add the “s” for a plural. I used the past perfect instead of the simple past.
I don’t remember finding obvious mistakes in any of the books I read as a child. And I read MANY, MANY books. But just two weeks ago, CNN had a headline that read”WEEK Earnings…”
So, exactly when will my book be ready for publication?