Thursday, August 5, 2010

My life is a Salvador Dali painting...

I feel like my life is a Salvador Dali painting but without any of the humour. It is all very surreal as I have been dragged unwillingly into the universe of that sad ass drooping clock. I thought for sure I would go mental about a month ago as I waited impatiently to hear back from anyone in any of the different publishing houses at which I have thrown my work. And here we are a month later and nothing has changed (except maybe that a bunch of publishing professionals have gone on holiday - at least three from three different houses - which pushes any decision making back another 3 or 4 weeks). My clock is definitely wilting. As Tim Roth (in-character) said on Lie to Me the other night, "patience is overrated." I'm with you Tim. I find the only reward for my patience has been more waiting. I am choosing to self medicate with chocolate, wine and DVD watching and managing to plod through the days in a weird kind of haze. How did Dali know?

And whats with all the mud. I spend too much time scrubbing mud out of boy clothes. That'll teach me for having a son, especially one who likes to wallow in the stuff (he does have a nice complexion though). Elinor Dashwood knew what she was talking about when she lamented that she was experiencing all the punishments of loving someone without any of the rewards. I feel that way about mud. I don't know that that was what Jane Austen was trying to tell us but it just goes to show her themes are timeless and widely applicable.

Loved this post over at fellow writer Tania Hutley's blog. I am curious to know what the website where Tania found that lovely quote is trying to sell. Luck perhaps?


Fifi Colston said...

its like a biological clock really...with fertility problems.

Welshcake said...

I'm sure the clock will perk up soon. I'm keeping everything crossed for you!

Tania Hutley said...

Thanks for the link, Melinda! And I really sympathize about the mud. And the endless waiting.

I have now decided that the only way to perk spirits up at this wet and grey time of year is a tropical holiday somewhere fabulous! Either that or closing my eyes tight, sitting in front of the heater, and pretending I'm on a tropical holiday - whichever option is the cheaper.

Old Kitty said...

Oh you're clock mustn't wilt!! Feed it more chocolate and wine! And give it plenty of hugs and let it out in the sun now and again!! Mud is good for you and son! Builds up resistance and all that!! Puts hair on yer chest! BTW and very off topic - mud cake. What's that all about??

GOOD LUCK with the wait!!!!
Take care