Valentine's Day, Wisdom

Oh no, it’s Valentine’s Day…

     That’s what I heard from a friend last week. She was going to avoid going out and/or sleep away VD day.
     I’ve been there. I understand. For one year, not any time you’re without a man. Her avoidance made me think about my own reactions.
     You know you’re healthy again, maybe for the first time, when Valentine’s Day comes and you don’t feel like constructing a  papier-mache effigy of your ex and using your kids baseball bat to knock the shit out of your personal piñata.
     And when you can get through Valentine’s Day without crying when you see the big red hearts, the flowers, and the couples, or duck the Valentine Day card aisle every time to go to Walgreen’s, you know you’ve made progress.
     And you’re really over the loss of a love when you can celebrate Valentine’s Day with your friends, family and/or yourself, drink champagne, eat dark chocolate, share flowers, and tell yourself that you are loving and lovable.
     That’s how I spent this weekend (above paragraph) with friends(piñata & crying) in beautiful downtown  Berkeley, celebrating a friend’s birthday and engagement party. We wished her all the best and are happy that she’s in love and chose to celebrate that on…
oh yes, on Valentine’s Day.
    
  
  
  

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The Blogosphere…it’s a jungle out there

     There’s a friggin’ crick in my neck from trying to find my friend and fella novice writer’s blog. So I gave up and sent her an email. Then I went back and Googled ‘Latina writers.’ I’m impressed there were many to scroll through and I clicked on a few to ‘follow.’
     I picked up the word “Latinish,” from a site of the same name, good writing and an interesting perspective. First I thought the writer was a ‘halfer.’ (that’s what I call Half Mexican, Half Anglo or that’s what they called me and my siblings in the 70’s). I’m not really a halfer, but that’s another story.
      Latinish is an Anglo woman married to a Mexican man; she loves all things Latino, speaks very good ‘pocha’ and probably ‘real’ Spanish too.  I clicked on her blog to follow.
     Chica Writer was selected because of her book reviews. I totally agreed with one, but I won’t say the author’s name, I respect her previous work. 
     Then there is “No Hablas Espanol,” from a young late 20’s Latina, I think 3rd generation. Her writing made me laugh…”No Ninetendo.” Sounds like my kids.
     La Bloga was selected because it has a boo-koo list of names, mean’s un chingo, a lot of contributors who are published authors, including mis favoritas, Michele Serros and Sandra Cisneros.
     Then we have “Isolated Experience,” sounds very mellifluous. My son gave me that word, it’s one of his favorites. Guess what, he has a word tattoo’d on his upper arm that is an example of a mellifluous word. Not kidding. I love that title and clicked to follow it because I’ve been there (isolated experience), probably one too many times. 
     “Living La Vida Latina,” is just too cute. Great graphics and they had a badge I could take. I had a badge for years….another story. 
     And last but not least I’m following “A Little Cup of Mexican Chocolate,” because I loves me my chocolate, Mexican style. 
     So you’ll excuse me while I stretch out my neck and go make dinner, probably spaghetti with meatless ground and ‘gimme sausage,’ another meatless item. My youngest doesn’t eat red meat and hates ground turkey-“It smells.” I doctor the meatless stuff with garlic, onion, mushrooms, and lots of basil and viola, itsa spicy meatball. And of course, what would a dish of spaghetti be without a glass of this week’s favorite red “Benefactor Cellars,” from Trader Joe’s by way of Mendocino County-only $4.99. That should take the crick out of my neck.   
     
     

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One Latina’s Pen-The Novice writer

     So I had to start all over again. Not because of divorce (had that 3 years ago) or a lost job or midlife crisis, those would be good (acceptable) reasons.  I’m starting a blog over again, because I forgot my user name and password. I’m going to blame it on my chemo of five years ago. Whenever I forget anything I blame the chemicals that coursed through my veins and destroyed the cancer cells.
     The intention of blogging could be multiple choice, however I’d forget that many reasons. So the main point for blogging is to keep my goal of daily writing, talk about the experiences I’ve had as a novice writer, and give one Latina’s opinion on a bunch of stuff.
     On the tip of my fingers I’d say the experiences of writing a novel is one of the hardest I’ve ever had, and I’ve had many. Hey, I worked in a prison for many years, grew up in the ‘hood, and I’m a woman;one of color. And writing is still up there as one of the hardest things I’ve attempted. I’ve written till it hurts, both my heart and my butt, and fingers. But there’s just something about writing fiction, creating characters, and telling a story. I’m hooked, what can I say.
    My first manuscript, working title “A Butterfly Heart,” is with an agent, hopefully she is reading the rest of it now. She wants to change the title, fine with me, I’m more concerned with getting it published after spending close to two years on it.
    The novel is a coming of middle age story about two best friends who struggle to redefine themselves after they lose their husbands, one to divorce and the other through death. The main character, Lili Rivera, tries to pick up the pieces after her divorce but the road to rediscovery is bumpy, especially when she is arrested for drunk driving and her ex-husband is a Police Captain. Her best friend, Veronica, a Christian woman, believes it’s her job to help Lili find the right path, although she has more than enough of her own problems, like a son in alcohol recovery and personal secrets, to keep her busy.
     I’m sure I’ll be getting some direction from my agent very soon, so I’ll keep my fingers limber and my user name and password safe, somewhere. Maybe I’ll write them down in two ‘somewheres,’ and increase my odds.