Oh yes. Beatrice is arguably the best female role Shakespeare ever wrote, and i'd love to play her, too.
I think Beatrice is the best on the page, but I can't recall seeing any performances that I liked better than Olivia de Havilland's Hermia. It took me years to forgive Callista Flockhart for sullying the poppet speech with her completely unthreatening reading. (Wheras de Havilland's was a thing of beauty, and brilliantly complemented by all the other actors in that scene looking more and more worried and stepping backwards as she got her rant on...)
Last night I enjoyed Christmas dinner with the folks (Mom's ham was SO good!) and cleaned up with a fluffy bathrobe and the Pushing Daisies DVD. Tonight, for Boxing Day/Kwanzaa, I go to celebrate Christmas with the Jewish branch of my family.
2008 was a mixed bag for me. I made some real progress, I took more risks, and made an effort to go on dates and go out more often. Yet still, real change eludes me. At the end of 2008 I find myself in the same position I was in at the beginning. I am still prone to panic attacks, and I still have moments of crippling low self-esteem.
It has become more and more clear to me that real change can't happen until I deal with the problems from my childhood. I need to dredge up all the memories and repressed emotions I have towards my father and mother so that I can move on. This realization in itself is a sign of progress, but I still at times feel overwhelmed by the work that needs to be done. As always, I am grateful for the Buffistas for their ongoing support, and for showing that a better life for me is possible.
Oh, and I met a cute woman the other night who gave me her email address. Wish me luck.
Tom, good luck to you - I think it's so indicative of all the hard work you've done that you are in a place where you can even consider these very difficult next steps.
Wish me luck.
I hope she gets lucky with you!
That's the same thing, right?
Ya know, I have to admit that I'd been working so hard to figure out what to get my giftee that I kinda forgot that I'd be on the receiving end too.
Ha! I totally understand this.
Presents! Many presents! All for me!
Awww. Yay! I'm glad the box arrived safely, Jars, and that the items were enjoyed.
Tom, so much ~ma to you. Knowing what you have to conquer is half the battle, yes? I wish you all the best.
Yet still, real change eludes me.
This realization in itself is a sign of progress,
Tom, I think that even as recently as a year ago, you wouldn't have been able to articulate your realization about the hard work ahead of you. And the fact that you're able to do so NOW is, in fact, real change.
Don't sell yourself short. I'm proud of you and amazed at your tenacity, and you should be, too.
And -- cute woman, yay!!!
Well, I think Scola is cute, too. He should get a cute woman, if he wants.
Still trying to come up with something to say re '08.
Well, it's the last weekend of 08, so I'll go ahead and do my goodbye and good riddance.
It's been a year of extremes for me. Both in terms of the roller coaster ride and the fact that one aspect of my life is really, really good and I have to do my best to keep that in perspective as the other aspect completely falls to shit.
Professionally, I started 08 with a book I was really proud of that had a release date of summer 09. I had high hopes that I'd sell an adult manuscript this year, since I'd garnered some attention within adult circles with my young adult novels.
However, the reality was that I got caught in a massive web of miscommunication that came from having an extremely baby editor. An agent who wasn't assertive enough for me to get the answers I needed on several fronts, including communications with other editors with whom there might have been some hope for the adult manuscripts. And then communication with her fell through as well, with her putting me off whenever I tried to ask about different tactics or approaches. And when I tried to ask about my adult manuscripts, she kept putting me off with "Well, after we sell your next YA, which gave me the uncomfortable feeling that she a) was slotting me in her mind as her designated YA author and/or b) thought there was little to no hope for me to sell an adult manuscript any time in the near future.
Given that I literally couldn't sell a young adult manuscript until after the one in progress was accepted by the publisher, the fact that she kept putting me off on the adult work with that excuse felt like a brush off of the worst sort and began chipping away at my confidence. After she refused to submit or even look at a romance partial I was working on, claiming that she'd want me to write the whole manuscript before she'd submit it, that kind of put the nail in the coffin.
By May, I was sans agent (after a bitter breakup where she told me that editors were saying I was difficult to work with-- utter bullshit, but still hurtful) and beginning that search again, taking more hits to my confidence as I received a lot of "you're a wonderful writer, but..." rejections. By July, I signed with Agent Kate, who's wonderful, but the other shoe was about to drop. After sixteen months, four revisions, and many "I LOVE it" emails from my baby editor and her immediate supervising editor, the publisher decided that the manuscript wasn't to her satisfaction and they were pushing me off the summer 09 schedule. At this point, it was going to go from 23 months between releases (a lifetime in publishing unless you're Stephen King) to who knows how long. However, both Agent Kate and I suspected there was more to it than that and that they were merely buying time.
By September, they'd canceled my contract outright and for the most part, I'd gone since May without writing.
I began 08 as a published, award-winning author and I end it essentially unpublished, having to start over in a market that's tighter and if not more discriminating, more cautious, than ever before. My young adult novels will count for very little since so much time has elapsed and in terms of adult fiction, I blur so many lines, it's going to take nothing short of an act of some deity (or plural) to make it happen. Because in publishing, talent counts for squat. My confidence is shot, I'm not sure I should even think about publishing in the immediate sense.
However-- all that said. Personally, my life is as good as I could hope it to be. I have, in my husband, the best person. He's supportive, he's funny, he does his best to keep me grounded, yet at the same time allows me the time and space to rage at the heavens. He understands (after a few years of, "publishing can't possibly that stupid") that publishing really IS that stupid. If I quit publishing tomorrow, he'd support me, but if I tried to quit writing, he'd just laugh. He understands I can't quit that.
I've got two kids who are incredibly bright, funny, independent, and miraculously, are still actual (continued...)
( continues...) kids. I've got wonderful, witty, supportive friends, both in RL and of the invisible sort (some of which went from invisible to RL, which rocked). This year, the single biggest positive in the friends category had to be coming out of perpetual lurk around here and becoming an active Buffista.
The only downside personally has been the deterioration of my relationship with my mother. She's always been difficult and contrary and choosing to do whatever she wants, but I've pretty much always been able to talk to her. However, her rekindling a relationship with my father after thirty years and a contentious divorce has been too much for me. She was so giddy with the flush of renewed lurve that she tried to cram it down my throat, eager to have me embrace it with open arms and validate for her how wonderful it was. Which I can't do. I'm also furious with the fact that she went against my express wishes where my kids were concerned and allowed Nate to meet my father without my being there-- and dismissed my anger as me overreacting. I can't do anything about their relationship other than avoid it as much as possible. It sucks, but it's just about the only thing I can do, since talking to her is pretty much impossible.
I'm not sure what 09 is going to bring. I'm cautiously optimistic, but beyond that, I'm not going to hope for any concrete goals other than I'm going to keep writing and spending time with my family. After that, let the chips fall where they may.
