Welcome to the third and final chapter in this series. After tonight, I’ll have nothing left to confess for a while. I think. I still can’t remember where Jimmy Hoffa is, but that could change after a few more treatments. *twitch*
So. If you read Chapter 1, you know that I’m often plagued by a variety of guilt-inducing concerns, both large and small. And if you read Chapter 2, you know that some of my recent wallowing had to do with being unlucky in love.
It stands to reason that Chapter 3 be the crowning glory in a series of regrets, no? I don’t think this will disappoint. But how, you ask, does one top a mother’s anguish over pop-tarts coupled with organic milk, and then a love betrayed?
Two days after I was informed that my love life “wasn’t working out,” I received a similar speech from my boss.
Hey, at least he didn’t do it in an email.
There are a variety of reasons that I cannot/will not go into specifics, of course, but I can clarify a few things:
1) It didn’t have anything to do with the blog. (Which is a pity, really, since a good doocing story is always fun.)
2) I didn’t do anything immoral/illegal/shocking.
3) It was not my choice, but there are a number of reasons why the phrase “blessing in disguise” keeps coming up.
4) I was/am very disappointed.
5) I was/am very relieved.
465 days ago I started this blog because my life had veered so far off the course I’d planned for myself, I wasn’t sure how to move forward without becoming mired in my past. I was alone with two children, unemployed, worried about money, lonely, dealing with a rather acrimonious relationship between my ex and myself, and scared out of my mind.
465 days later I feel I’ve come almost full circle. The children have survived, but almost everything else has vacillated from the very bad through the most excellent and back to the very bad again. The one hold-out keeping this from being a complete deja vu is (to me) the most surprising–I feel I must give public acknowledgement to how truly compassionate my ex has been during this particular period of my life blowing up. Now, I would love to attribute it to growth and maturation on both of our parts, but I suspect it may have more to do with the whole “misery loves company” thing or even just that I am the queen of the “I Am Perfectly Fine And In Control” mask and witnessing the (many) chinks in my armor has got to give him some satisfaction. In truth, I’m not sure how or why things have progressed to a better and kinder place between us, but I’m grateful. I might not have made it through this last month without him.
*Ahem* AND NOW A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR!
[Cue the Budweiser Beer “Real Men of Genius” background music.]
Today I salute YOU, entirely-too-young-girlfriend of my ex! Most women your age would want a guy who likes to party, or who has gobs of cash, or who can actually join a conversation on occasion. Not you. I don’t understand it, or want to know ANYTHING about it, but it seems to be working for y’all. And I guess maybe he’s not so bad. Godspeed to you both, and keep up the good work!
[Music fades as my ex calls me on the phone to complain.]
Where was I? Oh, right. Yeah. So. The times, they are a changin’. I had to spend some time wallowing, but I think I’m just about done. Plans are taking shape, and most likely they’ll blow up as well, but I’m trying to just go with it, for as long as I can. It turns out that no amount of kicking and screaming on my part can control others or halt the inevitable. Go figure. All I can do is take responsibility for myself, my actions, and work towards the things that are important to me.
Priority one in the wake of Operation Destroy My Stability (ha!) is to revive a dream I’d convinced myself, a few years ago, was too impractical to pursue. Recent events have brought me around to a position of believing it’s impractical not to pursue it.
Kids, it’s time for me to stop screwing around with the excuses and the self-deprecation and get off my ass and make a living as a writer. It makes me hyperventilate a little bit, to type that. But in a good way.
And I believe I WILL look back on this and point and say “That was what I needed to go through to get where I needed to go. Thank GOD.” Right now, I’m just starting to put irons in the fire. In another 465 days I suspect I’ll have a very different story to tell.
Meanwhile, it’s been a really crappy four weeks or so. I’m still working on moving forward instead of looking back. Want to help? Leave me a comment… yes, YOU, even you lurkers (and pretty pretty please, reader from Playboy? You too!), and tell me I’m pretty. Or shake your pom-poms. And offer me freelance work, or pass me along to someone who will. Or just say hi.
And stay tuned for the next chapter… the only promise I can make right now is that it won’t be boring, but maybe that’s enough.
If you run out of faith in yourself, just borrow some of mine. I think you’re a good writer. Determination, persistence, practice, and a dollop of talent (which it sounds like you’ve got in spades) is all you need to be a successful writer. Keep at it and make it happen. Good luck, girlfriend, you can SO do this.
You are very pretty, a wonderful mother and very gifted writer. I think you could do very well as a writer and I would certainly buy your books. So jump in!
I don’t know what to say Mir, I feel your pain, this sucks, and thank you for sharing with us. You are an awesome writer – you have way more talent in your little finger than most of us (or at least me) have in our entire world of dreams.
I’m not going to say things like “I’m sure it will work out” and “it will be fine” because for a little while it won’t. Then it will get better, and before you know it, you will be so far along that you will have a hard time remembering what this was like. You will be somewhere you never imagined you’d be and you will be loving it!
I don’t think anyone is given anythign in this life more than they can handle – and girl – you can handle this. You have that strength.
I’ve been enjoying your writing for a while now, and have directed others to your blog as well. I believe, with every fiber of my being that you can and will make a living at this. You have such a distintive voice that weaves throughout your posts. A delicious twisting of humor and introspectiveness that leads you to see the detailed ways life ebbs and flows. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do.
You are such a witty and articulate writer. You are very good at expressing the chaos I feel (even if it is different from your chaos) and letting me know I am not alone. If I had money I would pay you to write!
Sounds like you have resolved to make some good changes. We’ll be here for you!
You go for it girl! And I admire your gutsy-ness as much as your writing. You are a talented, witty writer, and I know you can do well.
I wish you the best of luck.
What kind of writing do you want to do? Have you done any in the past? (And what kind of job did you have, anyway? I remember when you got it you kept saying it was perfect for you, but I never really knew what it was…)
Are you looking to freelance, or find a staff job?
I ask because I actually do make a living writing, if not the kind I want to be doing, and I have a ton of contacts, and it’s possible that I could be of help, though I can’t promise anything…but it helps to know what I’m trying to help with, ya know?
Hang in there, girl. You already sound much more grounded than you did a few weeks ago. And once things are looking up inside your head, they can only start looking better from the outside, too.
Hi. You are a KICKASS writer. And I happen to know my mom thinks so too. And my friend Rosie. I have had phone conversations with both of them about what a kickass writer you are (well, not in so many words with my mom, but along those lines). So you can consider this as three comments.
But none of us is from Playboy, so I can’t help you there.
I am not FROM Playboy, but I do actually know someone on their board. That’s the closest I come.
I’ve been reading your blog for a few months, and I have to say, I assumed you already were a professional writer. So I think you’ll do great and wish you all the best.
Delurking to thank you; for sharing your honesty, your humor, and your struggles to overcome. I must confess you have become my daily habit – superseding the place of my favorite columnist Jon Carroll at SFGATE.com.
Your talent and willingness have inspired me to several resolutions – chiefly to try and work as hard as you do at being honest with me. Thank you for teaching me you can be graceful with words, even when being brutally honest with thoughts and emotions.
I agree with all the others – you voice is compelling, your skill at weaving a story – mature. I will be looking for an appearance at my favorite independent bookstore in the future – just don’t get frustrated with the slower than a turtle’s pace at which things move – as mentioned by Joshilyn.
Mir, I wish you peace, because once peace within attained, no one can take it away. Get rid of the guilt – mothering is difficult – being a single mother is a heroic act that rarely gets favorable public reviews. But you love your children without reserve and you strive to grow and change as a parent. What more can a child ask for? Keep your eye out for someone who loves all of you, but keep your heart protected until they pass the test and prove themselves worthy. Not easy words I know, but most of the emotional work you undertake has vast rewards. Hang tough Mir – and come by and visit sometime http://firstname.lastname@example.org
Yay! Public disclosure of the recent events! I am very proud of you, Mir. You’re too talented (and pretty) to not do this.
I am cheering for you!
Lurker (not the Playboy one!) stepping up to say…
Rah, rah, ree!
Kick ’em in the knee!
Rah, rah, rass!
Kick ’em in the…other knee!
You’re making a big decision and I think it’s a great one. Keep your chin up. It’s the only way to get the wine down your throat!
Cripes, when it rains, it pours. I’m wildly impressed with how you are dealing, and I am keeping my fingers crossed that this will be a blessing in disguise. Here’s to the next 465!
Great big monkey hugs,
eek… a delurking request. Well, here I am.. I have been reading quite a while and your writing is great! I say go for it. (erm, I don’t work for playboy either, sorry)
Reasons you have *got* to succeed:
(1) You are pretty
(2) You are smart
(3) You have The Boots!
You go, girl!
I adore you – and I hope you knew that already. But just in case you need reminding, well – I adore you. And I’m only one of many…
You’re So Pretty!
*Shaking my pom poms! which is scary to watch as I can’t walk and chew gum, but you are more than worthy of some pom pom, er, flailing, as it would be in my case*
Mir, I found you quite a while ago through the fishies. I’d never even heard of blogs before, and you’re site led me into the wonderful world of blog lurking… I even tried to write my own blog, as I do like to write, but, alas, I am so far from an extrovert, just the word makes me tremble. You have become a part of my daily world, and have opened my eyes to many others. However, your site is the only one bookmarked on my yahoo toolbar :)
May the world open to many beaufiful things for you and your children, c
semi-lurker, since I’ve commented a few times before, but not regularly.
And here’s my pom pomishness:
Mir’s so smart!
Mir’s so pretty!
She’s doing what she needs to make
Life less shitty!
And you are – sorry you’ve had such a tumultuous time lately, and know that there’s lots of support coming at you from a distance!
Delurking to say that I read you every day.Thanks for sharing your life and your talents with us. Your ablitly to write is a talent given to you by God – use it for His glory!!!! You are going to do great. You are a great mom, I have learned from the way you express your ways with your kids. Take Care, SB
You’re pretty, funny, intelligent, and you’ve got great tits! What’s not to love?
(I’m not gay, fwiw, but I’m only human ::g::)
You’re SO pretty, you make me swoon. The pom-poms, they be a-pompomming just for you, sweetie!
I have to admit… I squee’d when I read that line… THAT LINE! “Get off my ass and make a living as a writer”. Yes! It’s about DANG time! Join us! You will suffer! You will rejoice! You will never, ever look back!
Gosh darnit, Mir. You’re just so pretty.
You’re so pretty, oh so pretty, you’re so pretty and witty and gay . . .
Good for you! Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.
delurking to say I wish you the best!
I love your blog and think you are a wonderful writer!
With all the material you have to draw from in your life, you should have no problem at all fulfilling your dream of being a writer. I laugh, cry, giggle and comisserate with you *every* time I read your blog.
You are pretty, smart and oh-so-hilarious. Bless you and good luck! I’ll be looking for your articles and books!!
You’re so pretty! I’m sorry everything is going so crappy right now, but I’m sending you happy non-stress vibes.
You’re very pretty and talented. It would be a shame if you kept that talent to yourself. Go. Write.
Delurking to say that I have enjoyed your writing for around a year now — I think it’s a great idea for you to start making a living at it! Also, you are pretty and witty and smart and I am confident you will forge your own new and wonderful path. Best of luck with all of the newness.
I personally think you should contact Budweiser so that can be made into a real commercial. Even in the midst of ODMS, you are funny funny funny.
And pretty too! It’s no surprise Playboy is stalking you.
Look at all those delurkers who love your writing. Add me to the list. Your blog is the last one I read, because I’m the type of person who saves the best for last. I’ve loved following your experiences, and even read all the way back to the beginning of the blog when I first found it. “Listening” to you as you went through this most recent roller coaster had me really, really concerned, and I’ve been so relieved to see you coming back up from the bottom a bit. Thank you for sharing your difficulties; I hope doing so made you feel better.
P.S. If you’re interested in joining an e-mail list for freelancers in the publishing industry (most are editors, but there are designers and writers there, too), go to http://peach.ease.lsoft.com/archives/freelance.html
I’m with Shari – I squeed too when you revealed making a living as a writer.
I’ll take your book to work and tell everyone “Yeah, I was reading this chick’s blog before she became published.”
I think I know you from reading your blog just a few months. I think you must be pretty because you’re smart. That’s a testament to your willingness to share your feelings and your ability to write. What better combination to start a career as a writer?
MIR! Good grief I don’t even know where to begin.
First I guess, um, want another piece of gum?
My hubby and I both “read” you and although I realize it doesn’t mean we *know* you, we do both share an interest in your general well being. He concurred with my reaction to Part 3, “that’s just all kinds of screwed up”.
There are both old and new(er) cliches’ that fit this time in your life:
1. Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.
2. This has been a series of unfortunate events.
3. Life sucks, then you die.
4. When life hands you lemons, make lemonade!
Well then there are the cliches’ that I know (or made up in my head) and hope they stick in your mind as much as they do mine. They should warm you and make you feel all fuzzy inside. And if they don’t, pretend I never told you.
1. I think I need a bigger box.
2. Didn’t you know I’m (going to be) famous?
3. I’m so pretty, oh-so-pretty!
4. I want that golden ticket and I want it NOWWW!
So there you have it. When I got to the point where you said “blessing in disguise” I immediately thought “Good. Now she’s going to write, which is what she’s meant to be doing.”
And then I read that you thought the same thing and I thought “Dayum! It’s about time!” YAY for “shit happens to the best of us!” Because it happens for a reason. I know that you have an insanely awesome support group already for your new venture, but being 3 years into my own stay-at-home-mom-business-owner-self-marketer thing, I hope that if you ever need anything you throw my name into that big hat of people to run to in a crisis.
It WILL be good. I know this. So does He who gave you All This Talent.
Hey Mir you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind hey Mir!
…I love making that little diddy stick in people’s heads all day..makes me feel not so alone *grin*
Believe in yourself with all you’ve got :) We do. ((hugs))
Another lurker wishing you well. I rarely read blogs because quite frankly most of them bore me. Yours has been the exception to that rule. When I found your blog, I went back and read it from beginning to end to better understand where you were coming from and where you are going. You are very talented, very pretty and I great big pinky fuzzy heart you. I know you can make a living as a writer, because, as a few have said, I thought you were a professional until I backtracked and found out differently. Thank you for introducing me to how wonderful blogs can be. And thank you for articulating so many of my own innermost thoughts. You are the best
Love your blog…go write some more. I’d say more but…too…early…can’t…complete…a…thought.
Well, um, if it’ll make you feel better.
(I hope everyone here has already eaten)
*shakes his pom poms*
Yet another lurker coming out of the woodwork. Kick butt girl! You will do awesomely as a writer. I was hooked the first time I visited–you definitely have a way with words. Go forth and follow your dreams! Oh yeah, you’re pretty and have awesome shoes too!
I’m sure you’ll do just fine writing for a living. I love reading your site – it’s very well-written and entertaining. Good luck with this endeavor!
Hot DAMN, YES, YOU GO, SWEET THANG!
*cue Theme from “rocky”*
Damn. You’re good!
A lot of people out there love you.
This lurker will read anything you write and would pay good money for the privilege of doing so. So GO! Write! I’ll just be over here shaking my pompoms.
You are the prettiest! And I’m so sorry The Man and The Universe have been keeping you down lately. I promise to kick them in the shins the next time I see them.
For a second there, when you were talking about the 465 days, I was afraid you were about to announce that you were shuttering your blog. And I was distraught! But only briefly, because I kept reading. I think you’ve got what it takes to earn money for writing (though I hope you’ll still keep giving it to me and the rest of the Internet for free, of course.) Also, you’re pretty.
That really is a crappy four weeks. You are a wonderful writer and I wish you all the best in the world. Writing career-wise and handsome, rich, non-weasel boyfriend-wise.
a pat on the back in praise of your newest step on the path of “making things right in your world!” it’s evident that you are already wise enough to listen to your inner voice. go on and God bless!
Okay, Mir? You rock. And this is me, de-lurking to tell you so. I was came here first via Joshilyn’s blog, but I stayed because you, as I said, rock. A couple of years ago I got hurt by a couple of weasels in rapid succession, and then lost my job. And only because I went through that am I where I am now, which is happily married, writing screenplays with my husband, and generally enjoying life. You’re a terrific writer — go for it!
Hey Mir — You are so brave. It takes a whole heaping helping of courage to go out and do what you love. You are a wonderful writer who has made me laugh hysterically and at times put my head on my desk and cry. You seem to be able to put into words all those things that we as mothers and women have always though but couldn’t say. Congratulations on your new journey. I hope it will be a wonderful trip.
Ben..you made me spit a perfectly good mouthfull of coffee through my nose…Thank you LOL! I didn’t want it anyway :P
Yep, lurking out here I am…do you realize that people already voluntarily pay (with their time) to read what you’ve written? I know, because I spent that first day reading EVERY entry on your site…I couldn’t put this book down. Now, find the first step, move forward, and keep moving forward.
you’re pretty! and you always make me laugh. while i’m not going thru quite as much as you are, i am dealing with the same sort of “love life” debacle that you are. everything will work out the way it’s supposed to.
I keep your blog at the bottom of my list of blogs for one reason only – I like you the bestest!! I always feel inspired after reading you.
Seriously, when I grow up I want to write like Mir. You truly are a gifted writer!
Mir – just delurking to say hi *waving* and to let you know that I’ve always enjoyed your writing. You are definitely talented and yeah for you for going for it! What a wonderful example to your children :) Good luck!!
Mir – I’m behind on my blog reading and I’ve missed all of the confessionals. MAN…what a way to wake up to some perspective on Monday morning. (Just what you have dreamed of doing your whole life, right?…giving perfect strangers perspective…I’m sure it makes your chest swell…happy to help)
Anyway – You are an amazing woman and the most talented person I’ve ever not known at making lemonaid out of lemons or yummy chocolate muffins out of dirt and mulch or something like that. I am EXCITED for you and for your determination to move onto what is CLEARLY a calling for you. I can’t wait to see how you do.
Blessings from one of the myriad of strangers out there who genuinely care about you, you silly yank.
Give me an “M”!
Give me an “I”!!
Give me an “R”!!!
What does that spell?
A woman who is soo pretty, with straight, gorgeous hair and the coolest glasses that fit her beautiful eyes and is a very gifted and witty writer!
I’ve been reading your blog for a year now and have always appreciated you and your ability to make me feel that life is something we just shouldn’t take for granted, especially where Monkeys and Chickadees are concerned. Thank you Mir, and all the very best of luck for your new adventures and endeavors. I know you’ll be swell and you’ll be great!
You are indeed pretty and a fabulous writer–and even when things were pretty ugly between us way back when I still knew those to facts to be true. Do you know how annoying it is to admire someone when you are desperately trying to hold on to your annoyance of them? :-) I know wherever life takes you in another 465 days it will be done in style and with that same love and humor and talent that you unfailing possess.
Damn – you’ve been through some stuff!
Glad to see that you have your head up and looking ahead. Can’t wait to read more.
All righty then. As requested… (pause to clear throat and shake the kinks out of the pompoms)
You’re so pretty!
You’re so smart!
With organic milk
and a neon pop tart!
Ain’t no way
that you can lose
’cause you write so great
and you have great shoes!
So screw the job
and the stupid ex-man.
You can be a writing pro.
Yes, you CAN!!
(That’s about the best I can manage on a Monday.)
Yay! I like to read your writing, you crack me up so get to it.
Keep up the great work! I have been reading your blog for awhile and have sent it as a link to all my good friends, (My bad friends don’t deserve to know about your blog.)
We are all here to support you in the next phase – let us know how we can help. Anyone who can get so many lurkers to come out of the woodwork MUST have something special.
I’m not much on pompoms, but I’m great on Thunder sticks! So consider this a Thunder stick ovation before I crawl back into my lurking ways.
By the way, I love your son’s nickname!
I’ve already tossed my two-cents in the ring, but I’ll offer my further encouragement. Go forth and write!
Delurking to say yay for a writing career! I will be happy to buy your book or a copy of the magazine that publishes your work. Especially if there are pictures, ‘cuz you’re so pretty!
You are pretty. I, Carson, do solemnly swear to purchase any and all items that you write.
Even if it’s the cover for the newest neon Pop Tart.
Even if it’s an article for Playboy that they’re about to ask you for.
So shall it be written, so shall it be bought.
If anyone can make it as a writer, it is you! I love reading your blog–definietly one of the best ones out there and I read a lot of them! I’ll buy the books and/or magazines that include your work.
And you’re pretty!
I only started linking to you because I read your blog and thought: “She’s so pretty!”
Now I think, “She’s so pretty, and a she is a good writer.” Not to be confused with a “pretty good writer.”
You are pretty and smart, a great Mom and a wonderful writer.
I’ve never actually seen you, but something tells me you’re devastatingly beautiful — truly the kind of woman I despise.
Yet, still, I’m moved to chime in and tell you that yes, you are a talented writer. Can’t really understand how you haven’t come to this decision earlier, actually — the world needs more writers like you.
So now, go kick writing ass, you beautiful witch.
“…get off my ass and make a living as a writer.”
Thank you Universe, Thank you circumstances! Push her into a corner so she’ll be forced to do what she was born to do…WRITE. God bless ya!!
You’re already a writer/author… you just need to get paid for it. You’ve already got a fan base. As poor as I am, moneywise, I’ll be standing in line to buy any and all books authored by you. And I’ll tell all my friends and maybe a few strangers about your talent, too.
ah…er…write the book even if it means the blog slows down. (gawd that was hard to say!)
If you write it, I’ll read it. Twice. Wherever you go, we’re coming so I hope you have a big car.
Well, my first thought was that whatever the impractical dream is, it should be writing.
I’m so glad that I’ve found your blog. You really have quite a talent, in my honest opinion.
Good luck to you and your family!
[Lurker #285a unlurking with a frantic shake of the pom poms]
Consider the pom-poms shaken.
I’m with Carson – “So shall it be written, so shall it be bought.”
And a pox on that silly twit of a man who thought things weren’t working out. Or maybe not… if he was still wasting your time you wouldn’t be free to meet that absolutely fabulous man who’s still out there looking for you. Apparently even twits have their role to play.
BTW – That faux beer commercial was hilarious!
Hang in there, Mir!
Your writing is awsome, go for it!
And you are very pretty and you deserve new shoes.
My. I leave for a while and come back to find you in this state of turmoil! I’m sorry about the weasel Mir, there are so many of them out there!!! I dated several of them before I found a reformed one. Hang in there! and go for the writing. You’re awesome!
I am delurking to add to the chorus of encouragement and good wishes. You manage to handle life’s setbacks with humor and (though it may not seem like it to you) aplomb. I am looking forward to watching your dreams unfold.
Woohoo! Mir’s gonna get paid for writing! (You’re already a talented writer.)
Hey, you know how when you see something really creepy and it makes you kinda shudder from head to toe??? That’s what happened to me when I read ben’s post about shaking his pom poms.
Mir, you’re not just pretty. You’re gorgeous. And courageous.
You’ll succeed as a writer. I’m quite certain of it.
I would shake my pompoms, but it’s after 1am and the neighbours would complain. My first thought was also that the “465” days meant “…and so goodbye”, I’m very glad you aren’t giving up.
Know that we all admire you and support you, and wish you well in every way.
“Cheer for Mir!!!” *clap*
WTG. Good on ya. I don’t have kids but have been doing the ex-dance too and it’s good to knowgood things can happen to good people.
Wow, say you got dumped and 16 people comment, but say you got turfed and 80 people respond ….
Mir, you know I’m hangin in there for ya. 465 days are going to bring you right round to happiness and relief.
And hopefully the next 3 days as well.
Big Hugs. :)
Well, they said all the good stuff – you ARE a fabulous writer, you ARE so very pretty, you ARE a great mom… so I thought I would just ask the advice bunny… who was fuzzy…
Question: Should she get off her ass and make a living as a writer?
Bunny’s Response: Do you honestly expect me to know?
Duck’s Response: Advice Duck knows what the bunny doesn’t. The answer is yes.
I say you should listen to the duck. He seems smarter.
*Nooms goes to wait in line to get anything Mir publishes*
What they all said:
1.) You’re pretty.
2.) You’re a great writer.
3.) You’re pretty.
4.) You’re a great mother.
5.) You’re pretty.
6.) You deserve great shoes.
7.) You’re pretty.
8.) I hope you get lots of sparkly stuff, even if the next one is a weasel. If, hell, we all are!
9.) You’re pretty.
Be well. Write! Get paid! Yay, Mir!
WOO-HOO!! Mir’s gonna take the plunge! You go, girl! YEEHAW!!
no pom poms, no how no way. There’s too much else shakin’ anyway.
Mr. eighty-something here sayin’ amen to everything else said up to now.
Ever since October when I read one of your entries and laughed for the first time since taking my son to the emergency room you’ve been almost a daily part of my life. You are a sweet, loving, giving person who will, I am convinced, meet the man that deserves you. Until then, as Ms. Fussy says, “Writing well is the best revenge”. Weasels beware!
I am joining the line, pushing my way to the front, to buy any and everything you write. And as I said before, I expect signed first editions.
oh my gosh! i really didn’t expect that last part about the job! oh, and also? jeez there’s a lot of comments. good luck, mir. i hope everything works out for you.
Who says I don’t like to party?
I’m getting far too much good press here…I’d better do something about that and correct your spelling, humanities major…vacillate.
Mir, you are a goddess. You are beautiful and an incredible friend, and your writing is so honest and touching and it truly gives those of us that read it some laughs, some wisdom, and sometimes just the strength to go on. Now go out there and write your heart out.
I’ll buy it
If I were there, I’d pat your hair and tell you that you’re pretty. I’m not, so you’ll just have to settle for the you’re pretty part. Good luck. We’re all rooting for you (especially those of us married to writers). Knock ’em dead!
A dumping? And a firing? With a mountain of guilt? Who do I see to demand that the universe stop pooping on you? Hmmm?
Go, write, kick some butt. I know you can do it.
*shakes pom poms* (whee!)
Crap, I missed the delurking party. Actually I’ve commented here before but it was so, so long ago. That being said I’m totally rooting (sp?) for you *shakes pompoms*. Operation Destroy My Stability. AHHAHAAHAHAHA. Perfect.
Wishing you nothing but the best of luck, break a leg and all of that.
Pretty and a half, I say, and twice as smart. But you know all that already. Oh, wait, that would only be if you listened to the nearly 100 comments here, or anything _I’VE_ been saying to you for *cough* a while now…
Write, Mir…write like the WINDDDDDDDDDD!!!! :) Yay!
Aw man, I can’t believe that my comment didn’t take, yesterday.
Maybe it’s because I listed it this way:
Email Address: Amanlymanscib.com
And Hef’s comment was:
I wouldn’t shake a stick at dating younger women. With that said, how would feel about dating older men and the use of Viagra?
Oh crap! It was the Viagra, wasn’t it? And that’s what your system meant by, “Damn the spam!”
Kicked my ass out for being snarky — I don’t blame you!
Anyway, on a personal note, I think you are one of the strongest women I know (virtually) and are worth so much more than “he who shall not be named because he’s obviously nothing more than an asshole” deserves.
Don’t believe me…check out the number of comments, babe — you so rock!
Longtime lurker, once in a blue moon commenter.
You can do this Mir! Your writing is the reason I come back here. You have the talent, it’s time you do something to make yourself happy and have the fulfillment that you crave.
Go for it! If you don’t, you’ll be plagued with the what-if’s for the rest of your life.
I’ve been reading for several months. Sooo glad you’ve made a decision that will make YOU happy.
I can’t shake any pom-poms anymore, but I’ll ask “Lizzy” to shake them. Woo Hoo! Go Mir!
Hey, you are pretty! I am shakin’ my pom poms over here, and I’m sure you can see them from where you are, since they are rather sizable, I must say.
Sorry crap seems to be raining upon you. Thank you for letting us in. I adore your writing and wish I could pay you for it.
Hi. Short and sweet: You rock, and I am shaking my pom poms for you. I will leave it to your discretion as to whether that was a euphamism or not…
If I could wave my magic wand and make everything better for you, I would. If you really wanted me to.
Be good to yourself.
Delurking to tell you that you’re pretty and awesome and whatnot. Been lurking around here for a while now, and I keep coming back because of your wit and your writing. I wish you all the best.
Geez, I don’t read your blog for a while and now this. Just finished reading the 3 part confessional which wasn’t that much of a surprise with my mad reading between the lines skilz, but still…
Anyway, you are very, very pretty and I adore your blog. Just wish things were a little easier for you right now. Learning experiences suck the big one, huh?
Beautiful Tulip, anything you write, I will purchase. With dancing and glee. And recommend incessantly. With absolute confidence. Because you ROCK! AND, you’re PRETTY! Now, put on those fantastic boots and kick some ass! YEEHAW! :)
You are pretty.
I *raising my right hand* do swear to buy AT FULL RETAIL any book you write. I love reading what you have to say. I PROMISE to give ALL of my friends actual copies and not just let them borrow mine. (I will pay FULL retail for those two). Can I send a donation NOW?
I’ve spent too many days crying and laughing with/near you — I’m in love with you. If I was a man, I’d do everything I could to be all the things you require — just to get the chance to meet you.
Everything everyone else said.
You rock, Mir. My thoughts and prayers are with you. You’ll be great at a writing career!
After 105 responses, I doubt the 106th will tip the balance, but I’m glad so many people are popping up to say WOOT!
I really do hope the rough patch is smoothing out and I can’t wait to see what you choose to create. Best of luck!
Am adding to the chorus of the adoring throngs, delurking for my quarterly comment, only to say this: I suspect you will find mad success as a literary type. It’s written all over your blog. And though I’ve never seen your face, it’s obvious enough that your heart and soul are beautiful indeed. What else counts?
Good luck to you, Mir. Wishing only good things, for the next 465,001 days.
You’ve got so many comments, you might not even find your way down to this one but I wanted to tell you how inspirational you’ve been to me over the past several months. I’ve been struggling with depression and my marriage is falling apart at the seams (hmmm – I wonder if the two are related). Reading about your struggles gives me hope that I can get through this tough period in my life and come out the other side a stronger person. You are a wonderful writer – funny and smart. Given my secret desire to make a living writing, you’re becoming even more of an inspiration.
Another lurker here saying
Good luck with your writing –
I love your blog.
*inadvertently de-lurks from pushing over little old ladies in front of the “waiting for Mir’s book” line*
*re-lurks while making mental note to send over suitable “companion” to shake his pom-poms PROPERLY for the Prettiest Girl on the Web*
Hey there, just shaking my pom poms and saying hi. I must tell you that i adore your writing. You do such a wonderful job at telling the “story” and your honesty and openess is touching!
well my lurking was pretty shortlived *L* you just MADE me wanna post a comment
Mir….you’re awesome…you touched me with your words and helped me understand that aaaahhhhh there are others out there who don’t get what they deserve either….at least not right now
but hang in there with me girl, we’re due for some damn good stuff and damn soon at that!!