Life

May Day, May Day, We Need A New Goal!

You know how Facebook has the “On This Day” feature? (I guess it’s a feature, but sometimes I don’t WANT to look back!)

Today is May 1st and Facebook was kind enough to remind me a year ago today Bill and I bought our first home.

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I know it looks small, but it is actually really big and I still love it!

So then Facebook reminded me about two years ago. Two years ago I graduated with my Certificate in Professional Writing:

Look how little Talia was!! She was only a few months old and just a little “nugget!”

So fast forward to today….

I feel compelled. Compelled to accomplish something. The funny part? I didn’t really think about May 1st as being the day we bought our home, and I completely had forgotten the date of graduation. Why is it funny? Because I set today as a launch date for a new project!

Several years ago I was the Editor-In-Chief of My Petz Magazine, Charlotte, NC edition.

I also was the head writer, editor, and sold advertising……it was super grass roots!

The magazine was successful, until payday came. My pay was based on the ads I sold, nothing else (so my “friend” and I could get the magazine off the ground).

Payday came and payday went. There was a lot of avoidance from the publisher…and then the email came.

I wasn’t getting paid.

All the money (allegedly) went to publishing the magazine and everyone was getting paid except me. This means the graphic designer was paid, the printer was paid, but I wasn’t paid.

I was beyond upset. I was counting on the money to …you know…pay bills.

Thankfully I had a second job.

The publisher of the magazine decided to fold everything (including the original publication in Atlanta, GA) and be done with the whole thing.

So here I am in the Midwest. I have tons of other experience in other areas of publication, I have just never owned my OWN magazine.

St. Louis (the biggest city near me) has no pet publication…

I decided to go for it and launch a magazine. I started setting everything up with the “launch day” set for today as far as social media.

It wasn’t until I logged into my FB account, I saw today is generally a day of accomplishment.

Now none of this takes away from all the other things I’ve accomplished. It just feels good to be moving forward when so many things have been rough! I need to have a plan…even if it changes along the way.

I know I need to write, and I need to be able to work from home as much as possible for my husband and my kids. I can’t tell you how many appointments we have every week for Bill alone. He sometimes can go to three different VA/Vet Centers in two days…it’s insane!

Pets have always been something I am passionate about, along with writing. There’s an opening in the market for a great, quality magazine in the area not too far from me, so I’m going to go for it and see what I can do!

 

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Writing & Publishing

Can I Get a Do-Over?

Did you set some New Year resolutions this year? I did. One of them was to blog more. Yeah….at least once a week. Don’t look back now, but that has NOT happened!

Why?

Things like The Case of the Missing Eggs, and The Butterscotch Pudding Incident have kept me away.

Allow me to explain.

Our oldest child (Talia) just turned three. She LOVES eggs. She thinks helping mom bake is about the coolest thing ever (poor kid). I noticed one day, there seemed to be some eggs missing from the tray. I didn’t think too much about it, since hubby often makes the kids breakfast to include eggs.

A few days later, I pull the laundry out of the dryer, only to see egg shells trapped in the lint trap…but no eggs. I asked Bill about it, and he just shrugged it off.

I moved on.Eggs Image

Three days later, I notice the dogs and toddler got into one of the cabinets in the kitchen. The pudding was missing, and a light brown dusting ran from the kitchen to Talia’s room. Sure enough, I checked her room and Peppa Pig, the bright pink comforter, and cream colored carpet were covered in several packages of pudding mix.

So now I have to strip the bed, clean up all the packaging, and wash the comforter without making pudding in our new washing machine.

I was about to hand over my mom card and toss the whole thing outside, when upon picking up the comforter, our rolls about four half cooked eggs. They weren’t raw, but they sure as heck weren’t hard boiled.

My mind immediately went to the eggs shells from the dryer, and then I pieced it all together.

My aspiring pastry chef daughter must have taken the eggs to play with, left them in the dirty laundry pile, and Bill didn’t see them when he loaded the washer. They then went with the bedding into the dryer, where they were slightly cooked, and peeled of their shells, which ended up in the lint trap.

Now I have a comforter covered in pudding mix, half cooked eggs on the floor, a toddler laughing, and three of the six dogs trying to get at the eggs and pudding mix.

Bill is, of course, MIA when this goes down, so I have to battle the kids, dogs, and mess on my own. I call my mom, who is laughing too hard to help. I hand the phone to Talia so my mom can at least long-distance-babysit for a minute.

I can’t toss the comforter outside, because the other dogs are out there. I can’t toss it in the wash, because both the washer and dryer are loaded.

In the end, I finally let all the dogs in, threw the comforter out the door, and organized the chaos just in time for Bill to get home and the laundry done.

So what is the point?

Well, no one is getting butterscotch pudding EVER again, but these are the reasons I have been so bad about blogging.

My lack of writing in general has been nagging at me lately, so I packed up all the extra things in my life which don’t make me happy. I cut back on the number of hours I teach yoga, I cleaned up my office, and I packed up the millions of little projects around the house.

I feel better.

So now, my new focus is on writing. I still have to work my 9-5 job for now (but seriously, I work in hockey, so it’s about the best 9-5 job you could ask for), but I’m moving toward being able to write full time.

Will you tag along on the journey? What if I promise to write to you, dear reader, more often?

Let’s try!