Trying to break into the writing industry takes effort. First, you have to write stuff. And then you have to send it away, at which point you experience a very unique combination of pride (I’m finished it!), excitement (I’m submitting it!), embarrassment (it’s awful), and morbid depression (they’ll hate it. I’m stupid. I suck at writing). Then you wait, and wait, and wait* for the response, and when you see the email, you kind of already know what lies within. And most of the time, it’s a ‘thanks but no thanks.’
The other week, I was asking Second Offspring about whether she remembered any children from her old school. She had only just turned five when we left, so I’m always interested to hear about what memories they have, and how they fade, what they hold onto.
“I remember Shannon,” she said. “Remember Shannon?”
“She wasn’t very nice,” Second Offspring added. “She was mean to me. She was kind of a bully.”
I have managed to get rid of most of them but oh, how persistent they are. Now, I could understand their wanting to come into the kitchen, where all the food is, and they have indeed been in recently to get crumbs that our Offspring leave on and under the table, and then they leave when I clean up. But then the other night, the Handsome Sidekick and I were about to climb into bed when we discovered our bedroom — where no food is consumed! — was under attack. They had swarmed all over my bedside table and were even on the bed. After almost 45 minutes we got the last of them. Phew, it was a late night.
On that note, I’m off to double-check that all the surfaces in the kitchen are still clean and ant-free. Enjoy the links!
You might remember I mentioned last week that we have new kittens. After we had to put our cat down, and knowing that the remaining one would be following that route soon (sob!), we looked around to see if we could find some more cats to take on. We knew we wanted to get more than one, because when our old guy does die, it would be sad for a new cat to suddenly be in a still unfamiliar place without anyone of its own species. So when we saw an ad for a special deal on two feline friends looking for a home, I rang the number immediately.
It has been an adjustment, having younger cats around. The last time we had a kitten was nine years ago. Now we have a pair of six-month-old boys, and they are full of rough-and-tumble kitteny play. Our Offspring are utterly delighted with the kittens. The kittens are less delighted about our Offspring — although the tabby does seem to quite like their company. There has been a lot of giggling and squealing, interspersed with, ‘Ow! He just scratched me!’ Haha. Kittens do have a tendency to get a little carried away.
So in the brief window when the kittens are sleeping and our Offspring are outside playing, I’d better put these links up, and think about getting lunch ready! Have an interesting Sunday, everyone.
As I began writing this, I’d just returned from watching First Offspring play his soccer game. His team won, which was really great for them, because they played well this week, plus the last couple of games they’ve lost. Winning today was a good confidence boost for them. After all, as much as we all try to emphasise that the game should be fun, whether you win or lose, it does feel good to win. And I enjoy going to watch their team play, too. As they’re still young, the halves are only 20 minutes, so it’s an ideal period of time to stand around — the whole thing is over within an hour.