My weekend in bed without the kids has me focusing on my writing. I finished the one article for Autism Asperger's Digest - have to get going on the second. They will be in the July and September editions, not a paid job, but cool to be "published". Still, though, I wonder - how does one go about getting published in like a magazine or something like that? I have book ideas too, piles of them actually, but no time to devote to the work it would take to finish an actual BOOK. However, little magazine artilces or columns would be doable and I'd enjoy it. Anyone have a clue? I've been reseraching some online but most of what's out there to help folks like me smells of a scam.... I'm extremely skeptical.
For your amusement, here's one my all time favorite "abstract emails" I sent out to friends and family a couple years ago when Luke was going to a special needs PreK way across town and Aaron was going to a local preschool. Nutty time in our life. You might get a laugh out of it. I write stuff like this all the time, and folks say if I tweaked it a bit it could be a great column or something. But I have no clue where to go to do that?
Here, have a laugh...
5:30 am: "I'm wet!" I pry open my eyes to see a cute 3 year old boy (that would be my son Aaron) standing by my bed. He is indeed, quite wet. As I walk him to the potty, I do the personal health check: I'm upright, that's a good sign. Nausea is bearable. Lower tummy is rumbling but no urgent need to run to the toilet. Coughing up something nasty but no blood, so hey, looks like Mommy's bedrest is over! (if you don't know, some epidemic has cursed our household, we're taking turns with it)
6 AM: Ask Eric, doesn't he need to get up and get going? He mumbles something I don't understand but take to mean that he doesn't have to rush this morning. I gladly let he and Aaron lie there and sleep a while longer, he was such a trooper last night to play "Daddy" solo.
7 AM: Luke, the 5 year old, is watching Nemo. I stand in the kitchen desperately trying to get straight what day it is… they are all different… so whose going to preschool and who isn't, whose picking my kids up, and whose kids am I picking up? Sarah, the 18 month old, comes toddling over saying "eat-eat-eat". I give her some Kix (thank God for nutritionally fortified dry cereal). I start packing both the boys' lunches, because it is Wednesday, which means they both go to school, and so does our neighbor Collin, but Stacey and Collin do not come pick Aaron up today, although I do have to take Collin home this afternoon before going to pick up Luke from his school (got that?)
7:30: Turn off Nemo and head to the van, determined to get Luke to school by 8:30 and Aaron to school by 9:00.
7:45: Actually pull out of the garage.
7:55: Driving down Highland Creek Parkway, the boys are fighting over which song they want to hear. Negotiations are not going well. While trying to find the right CD I run the van over the curb. I thank God there were no telephone poles or pedestrians in that particular spot. The boys love it and want me to do it again. At least they've been distracted from their song fight, but there goes another wheel rim… sometime in the coming months we'll be paying the mechanic 200$ for a new one.
8:15: We are sitting in bumper to bumper on Prosperity Church Rd. Obviously, even though this road is now open 4 lanes, it is not the better way to go. Note to self - try yet another route tomorrow and leave earlier. Aaron has to potty. I pull between the orange cones and let him pee on the ground in the construction area, to the great disdain of other drivers and the great amusement of the construction crew.
8:30: We are just now crossing Harris Blvd. There is no way we are going to get either boy to school on time. Now the goal is just to get there in one piece.
8:45: I turn Luke over to Miss Trina. He sweetly acts out the good-bye scene from the end of Nemo. Little heart-melter. The serene moment is quickly interrupted as Aaron hollers that he wants the Tyrannosaurus Rex. I give it to him and toss him one for Sarah too. He keeps them both. I say, "Aaron, give the other dinosaur to Sarah, she's crying". He says, "It's not a dinosaur, it's a ve-wos-uh-wap-tuh!" (velociraptor) I apologize for my gross oversight, tell him again to give it to Sarah, and he does. There is quiet.
8:50: Aaron drops his Tyrannosaurus Rex and wants me to get it for him. As I make my way down Sugar Creek Road, I remember the curb incident, and decide against it, telling him he'll have to wait. He decides that's fine and takes Sarah's. I say, "Give Sarah her dinosaur back, she's screaming!". He says, "It's not a dinosaur, it's a ve-wos-uh-wap-tuh!" (velociraptor) I apologize for my gross oversight, tell him again to give it to Sarah, and he does. There is quiet.
9:00: I am dodging elderly people as I make my way up 29/N Tryon. I try very hard to smile and be friendly as I dart in and out between their Buicks and Cadillacs, wondering who they must be meeting for lunch at Shoney's, because at that rate it will be noon before they get there.
9:10: We screech into Aaron's school barely in time to still take advantage of "parent pick-up" at the curb, which spares me the humiliation of having to get out and walk into the school looking worse than I feel. The teacher opens the van door and 3 animal toys fall out on the ground. She kindly tosses them back in, then points out that Aaron is not wearing any shoes and socks. Why should I be surprised, I put them on him almost 2 hours ago!!
9:30: Sarah and I finally arrive back at home. I look around and try to decide what I will get done in the 2 1/2 hour window before we have to leave and do it all over again!!!
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Take care,
Michelle
...the greatest of these is LOVE. (I Cor 13)
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So how do you get published?
