These are my thoughts on celebrities: I'm tired of them.
I'm tired of actresses thinking that they're political gurus. I'm tired of actors openly attacking religion. I'm tired of rock stars and their lame behavior. I'm tired of the excess, and the loudness, and their belief that somehow "the little people" care about what they have to say. Their reality is not my reality. I'm sorry if economic times are tough and they have to tighten their belts by waiting until next week before buying their fourth house.
But I love to see their gowns. :)
Good news: It's raining, which always makes me happy. I think that I have become more Vegas than I previously thought, because anything below 70 degrees makes me run for a sweater. (I know, right? And we lived in the land of ice and snow!) It's 60 degrees right now, and I'm bundled up like an Eskimo. Oh, the shame.
Even better news: My old Seattle cohorts got together to recreate our old discussion group. Since we've all scattered to the four corners of the earth ("Scatter! They can't get all of us at once!") they've set it up online. I can't wait to reconnect with these down-to-earth, talented, intelligent women. They're amazing, and I'm giddy to be associated with them.
I received three agent rejections in the last 48 hours. So not only do I have rejections from magazines, but now I have agent rejections, as well! Double the rejections! It's a bit disheartening, but I really believe in my story. It's a tale of hope. Good things are also coming from this, as always. Nothing has ever come easy, and I've always learned a lot from working my way through and paying my dues. This is what I want the most, and it's worth the effort. I know I'll appreciate it more after the sweat and the toil.
The other thing is that I'm getting this amazing support. From Luke, of course. From my friends. From my writing group and the writing and editing community that I've hooked up with. They tell me to chin up and check out different avenues for me. These are the nice things that I'm going to print out and paper my walls with. Rejection is wearing, but people are good and genuinely want to help each other out. I'm grateful. It feels like a net underneath me, when the rest of this is so frightening.