Can you believe I used to publish a daily post?
Neither can I. (Never again!) But I felt like sharing this “extra” post today since I meant to publish it last Friday. I really hope your Monday is going well, and I want to thank you, as always, for reading!
I wrote Bad Manners the same day I waxed poetic about the happier topics of redwood baths and bulletproof coffee. If I had combined both sections it would’ve been a novella, so I held back. Plus, this post has an entirely different tone and needs to stand alone.
It’s not a feel-good piece. The post is so whiny, if your laptop had a “smello-net” feature, this post would smell like Robert Mondavi’s winery!
Without further adieu, here’s the debut of a (very) occasional section called….
I Don’t Feel The Magic!
Two events happened over the past few weeks that got my goat. *
I know I shouldn’t have gotten defrosted about them. Much bigger calamities are afoot and many of us are struggling. I’m still upset about Ulla for all kinds of reasons. I guess the horrible loss made me more vulnerable to the b.s. that’s simply part of life.
I hesitated publishing this post in fear of turning some of you off, permanently, due to my whining and negativity, but I’m sharing it anyway because my gut says to do it. (Obviously I’ve watched far too many Scandal episodes!)
Most importantly, I value learning about what some of you do to rise above your own wicked, petty ways in response to bad manners. I hope you might share a juicy anecdote or two in the comments. (I’m still working on the rising-above part, so please bear with me! I’ll keep you posted…)
In the meantime, check out this meme’s heartfelt quote. I recommend you read it whilst listening to Snatam Kaur:
That sounds good, but this is a double Pisces you’re dealing with! I’m a walking exposed nerve ending!!!
So here’s the latest…
Petty Thang #1
This isn’t a complex situation. Before I get into the nitty gritty, I’d like to acknowledge I’m cognizant there could be extenuating circumstances why “Mechante” hasn’t replied to my emails. Illness. Crisis. Laziness. Who knows?
HOWEVER, according to Mechante’s Facebook activity over the past week, she seems to be doing fine ‘n dandy. (I spied on her Facebook page using Craig’s account; I’m still footloose and Facebook-free!) Yes, here is where I tell you my deep, dark secrets! 😉
Anyway, I doubt my emails went into Mechante’s spam folder because that never happened during our previous email communications. Her email is the same.
I wasn’t asking her to give me money or do anything major. I was simply offering her a unique opportunity, and all she had to do was write back “yes” or “no”. But I only heard the sound of silence.
After that, I was tempted to remove my 5-star Amazon review about her book, but I didn’t. This is progress, no?
Petty Thang #2
“Now That You’re Famous-By-Association Means You Can’t Take Thirty Seconds To Thank Me?”
This petty thang regards one of my best writing teachers.
The backstory: After I took her classes, she became involved with a super-famous writer who had many tête-à-têtes with Oprah. That’s all I’m writin’ here.
A couple weeks ago I read in the paper about a cool event scheduled to happen three minutes from my front door. My teacher would be there! Even though I suffer with social anxiety, I knew I had to go.
I was inspired to write her a letter, and wrote over three hours. (Yes, I used precious, kid-free time I should’ve spent editing my book.)
I explained how she influenced me as a writer. I wrote how grateful I was for her feedback. I mentioned what happened to me after college graduation – how I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, endured the hospitalizations, the ECT, and so on. Lastly, I described my joy at landing a book deal.
I wasn’t asking her for anything. I didn’t need her famous partner’s help – I’m sure she gets hit up for his contacts all the time.
After I sealed up the goodies in a mailer package and wrote her name on it, etc. I drove to the venue. I made sure she got the package. I didn’t see her face-to-face, but I know without a doubt she got it.
It has been over a month and I never received a reply. Not even a one-line email.
Maybe since the return address didn’t have a celeb’s name on it, I wasn’t worth a simple thanks.
(Yes, it’s crass, but the image made me laugh…)
I know, I know, it’s dumb. As my friend the magnificent writer Greg Archer would say, “Get over it!”
Blogging about such malarkey helps me, I kid you not. (I goat you not?)
p.s. I give you permission to bill me for bloggotherapy. Can we set up a monthly payment plan?
* I love the phrase “get my goat” – I need to use it more often!
Lose It! Update – I’m A Proud Loser (40# since April, 2015!)
Writer extraordinaire Bradley (Insights of A Bipolar Bear) and I are persevering with our healthy eating & exercise routine. I won’t kid you – it’s tough! We use Lose It!’s website – at least it’s free! Remember, you can always join our Lose It! group: Wondrous Writers.
Dyane’s memoir Birth of a New Brain – Healing from Postpartum Bipolar Disorder with a foreword by Dr. Carol Henshaw (co-author of The Modern Management of Perinatal Psychiatry) will be published by Post Hill Press in October, 2017.