My Mom's Fake Present

I've written before about how smart and kooky my mom is, but I haven't written about how much she's totally rocking at wedding planning. She has all the traits to make her an excellent professional wedding planner: she's highly organized, creative, adheres to the saying 'it's easier to catch flies with honey' and perhaps most importantly, offers her opinion as an opinion, not as a decision.

My mom is totally making my wedding the most beautiful wedding she can make for me, while still making sure that it's what I want, not what she would choose. That's a very hard line to straddle and I know and appreciate it.

So this story while funny, it makes me feel bad. My mom's birthday was July 6th. I had planned on buying her a pair of fit-flops (the flip flops designed to help work out your thighs and butt) but wanted her to try them on to make sure they fit. Because she was coming to New York on July 13th, I sent her a card but not a present, explaining that I would buy her the present when she got to the city. Well, my mom didn't really believe me and she was looking forward to a surprise. And, sure enough, a large box arrived the day after her birthday, postmarked from Brooklyn. She opened it with anticipation, thinking she knew all along that I wouldn't miss her birthday. She was surprised all right, when she found herself with an entire box of yarmulkes (6 dozen!) that I had ordered for guests to wear at the wedding.

Poor mom. And the fit-flops didn't even fit, so she got a box-full of yarmulkes and a lunch this year from me.

Happy belated birthday!

Cuteness

I already need to write another post to combat the depressingness of the last post.

I wrote another article for the video game website: http://www.ugo.com/lifestyle/best-date-movies/

As I've written before, my dad is cute. So cute that he not only read my post, but commented with a nom de plume to prove that I had readers.

Thanks, Dad!

I don't even know

So I got another rejection letter from an agent today. And while it was an encouraging letter (it was personalized and he liked my funny, engaging writing), it was still a rejection letter. I've gotten rejection letters before, but this was the first one I've gotten since I reworked the entire message of the book and rewrote the entire book proposal. I know agents won't take authors if they think their books won't sell, but how do so many crappy, poorly written books sell? There's so much shit out there--so many truly awful books--how do those authors get agents? How do they get sold?

I'm just upset.

I'm upset that I might have to scrap this idea. I'm upset that I'm afraid to work on the novel I've been wanting to write for 10 years because why should I bother if that one just rots on my computer too?

I was IMing with my friend Kara earlier, who acted as my cheerleader, saying, "wouldn't it be boring if all your dreams came true right now?"

I know I'm getting married in a couple weeks and will probably have a baby in the next couple of years, but I don't feel like those are dreams coming true. I was never one of those girls who always wanted to get married and have babies. It's not to say that I don't want to marry Matt (I do, or I wouldn't be), but getting married has never been my goal. I have always wanted to write books. And it's disappointing to be reminded that I continue to fail.