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In Need Of Some Spirit Glue

Well, that was a spirit breaker.

I don’t know if you dudes have noticed, but I’m a bit of a writer. (Perhaps you’ve heard of a little thing called A Dude’s Guide to Babies: The New Dad’s Playbook?)

Having worked as a newspaper reporter for the first part of my professional career, I equate writing with getting paid. I’m also a bit old so I’m a bit of a traditionalist. That means I want to sell my stories and books to an actual publisher (like Barry and I did with A Dude’s Guide to Babies: The New Dad’s Playbook) and get paid for it that way. I’m not all that into self publishing, although I do see it as a perfectly valid form of expression. It’s just not for me right now.

Because of that, I can’t just write something and toss it out to the public. I have to sell my work to someone in a publishing house, which means I face a lot of rejection. Seriously, dudes, I’m talking a lot of rejection.

Heck, compared to the writing career, my success with the ladies in high school and college was legen. . . . dary. That’s the level of rejection I and most writers tend to get from the traditional publishers.

Lately, however, I’ve been feeling pretty good. My critique group seems to like the book I’m working on with them. I managed to crank out a good-sized YA book in a couple of weeks and actually liked the result. I’m halfway through a middle grades book and also feeling good about it.

However, on Tuesday evening, I received an email from one of the larger publishers telling me, in essence, thanks but no thanks. What’s different about this one is that I was able to get my book directly into the hands of someone who works there, who, in turn, gave it to an editor.

Being rejected this time feels a bit more . . . solid.

In my brain, I understand this rejection is no different from any other. I know in my brain that not every story is for every person and I only need to find the right agent or publisher and they’ll love my work.

But, just for now, I’m feeling a bit like I’ve been wasting my time trying to write. That what I’ve just produced won’t be read by anyone but me. That I’m not going to succeed, by any definition of success that means anything.

Please, understand I’m not looking for sympathy. I’ll probably get over it.

My issue right now is that I’m pretty open with my young dudes. They knew that I was submitting a book to this big publisher. I’m going to tell them I got rejected, but I also want them to see me taking it in stride.

I have to set the right kind of example. I need them to internalize the idea that one setback (or 12 setbacks) isn’t enough to make them quit. Will never make them quit. I need them to know that the only thing that can make them quit is inside them already and they have control over that.

But, right now. . . It’s hard to set that sort of example. Knowing you’re good enough to succeed is a bit easier than finding the folks who will agree with you and can help you achieve that.

So I think I’m going to take a bit of a breather, get myself together before telling them about this rejection. I need to get my head in the right place so they can see I remain hard at work, that I’m not going to let this minor roadblock stop me. That I fell, but only so that I could learn to get back up.

After all, Tempus sanat omnia vulnera.

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Boom On The Moon

You dudes know that I like to look at the night sky and talk about all the cool stuff up there.

Well, you should know that. If you’ve been around here more than once or twice. You have, haven’t you? Please say yes. I’m feeling very alone and scared now. I. . .

*sniffle*

Never mind. All better now. Minor disturbance in the equilibrium As if no voices cried out and then vanished.

Which, depending on whether or not you believe in the theory of tiny little MoonMen living on the Moon is what happened just a week or so ago.

A meteoroid struck the surface of the moon recently, causing an explosion that was visible on Earth without the aid of a telescope, NASA reported Friday. But don’t be alarmed if you didn’t see it; it only lasted about a second.

“It exploded in a flash nearly 10 times as bright as anything we’ve ever seen before,” said Bill Cooke, of NASA’s Meteoroid Environment Office.

Yep. We’ve been keeping an eye on the moon for the last eight years or so, looking for exactly what happened up there on May 17. We’re looking at the moon, because it presents a big, old target without all that pesky atmosphere. Because, you see, said atmosphere has this actually quite beneficial habit of burning up a lot of the little rocks that are headed right at your head.

Scientists are watching the moon so they can get a better handle on when the Earth travels through debris clouds that we might need to worry about.

NASA says the meteoroid was about 40 kilograms and less than a meter wide, and it hit the moon’s surface at 56,000 mph. It glowed like a 4th magnitude star, NASA says, thanks to an explosion equivalent to 5 tons of TNT.

“It jumped right out at me, it was so bright,” said Ron Suggs of the Marshall Space Flight Center.

Cooke says Earth was pelted by meteoroids at about the same time, but they hit the moon because it has no atmosphere to protect it.

If you’re like me and you were wondering how there could be a visible explosion since, with no atmosphere there can be no oxidation and no flaming explosion like we’re used to seeing here on Earth. . . Well, worry no longer.

Turns out the visible reaction seen by astronomers wasn’t an explosion, but was, instead, a flash from the suddenly molten Moon rock meeting a meteoroid at approximately a gazillion miles an hour.

Science fact for the day.

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Of Donuts And Dads

Barry’s been thinking about donuts and the unexpected gifts we can sometimes find packed away in our memories.

I’ve been feeling a little melancholy lately, dudes. And it’s all got to do with donuts.

See, my father died in 2008. Before he did, though, and when I was much younger, he used to bring me to his office quite a lot. I loved it. And not just because of the snacks.

Although, let’s face it, knowing me that’s certainly a big part of it.

It was in my father’s office that I fell in love with the peanut donut.

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This donut is a thing of culinary wonder and delight. It’s the perfect combination of soft, sweet donut and crunchy, tasty peanut. You just can’t get any better.

So, I’ve been thinking a lot about my father lately because, it seems, I’ve got a really good manager. This is a man who brings in donuts for the office every Friday.

I once told my manager about my father’s favorite treat for me, how I used to look forward so much to a peanut donut. Now, every single Friday, when the manager drops off the donuts, there’s always at least one peanut donut just for me.

They’re not the same as they were when I was younger — but, really, what is? — but I still enjoy the taste and the memories they’ve been bringing up for me lately.

Thanks, Dad.

 

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