More “Some Days You Just Shouldn’t Talk”
- At July 14, 2012
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Life, Roxanne Writes On
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“I’m off to Lindsay’s now,” Pik says, on her way out the door. Nothing like a sweet summer day, and a friend with a pool.
“Keep your phone with you today, okay?” I tell her. She didn’t respond to any of my texts yesterday, but she was at the lake and I figured they’d spent the day in the water.
“I will, Mom,” she says with the careful deliberation one uses with the mentally disabled. “But my phone doesn’t let me open your texts.”
Okay, now I’m not the most tech-savvy, but even I know this doesn’t make sense.
“What are you talking about?”
“I can see your texts, but my phone doesn’t let me open them.”
“Why not?”
“There’s too many texts, I guess.” It appears she’s inherited her tech-savvy from me.
“Okay, your whatever-box is full. So you need to clear it out then.”
“Yeah. But there’s like, two-thousand of them. I don’t have time.”
“You still have to do it.”
“I will.”
“When?”
“I don’t know!”
“But you’ll answer me if I text you this afternoon?”
“I told you, I can’t!”
“Well then why bother even taking your phone if you can’t use it?”
“I can use it. I just. Can’t. Open. Texts.”
“So you could call me then, if you see a message from me.”
“I guess.”
“Awesome. Do that, then.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
In a whoosh of hair and skirt, she flung open the door. “Bye,” she snapped. Then, almost against her will, she added, “love you.”
You have to smile. What else can you do?
Synchronicity, the Search for Epic Meaning and Making a Living
- At March 29, 2012
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Roxanne Writes On
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I think I first learned the word “synchronicity” from the book The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. The Artist’s Way is a kind of self-help program for blocked creatives, you know, the socially-challenged introverts who slouch around moaning “I don’t know what to do with my life!”
The gist of synchronicity is this: the magic is already in you, and when you are willing to do the work to find it, the universe will support you. Kind of a Dumbo’s-magic-feather thing. (Or as Morpheus taught Neo, “Free your mind!”) It’s a particularly good book for would-be writers, and god knows there’s no group more prone to slouching and moaning.
Anyway, the first time I did the program, my freelance income in one year went from about 10K to 30K. Pretty good when you consider that the overall average income for writers hovers below the poverty line. Sad, I know. Why do we do it? (Cue the s and m.)
The second time I did it, I sold my first non-fiction book, which was quickly followed by six more, plus a novel. Needless to say, I’m a pretty big fan of Julia Cameron and The Artist’s Way, and many of the lessons I learned wove themselves into the fabric of my creative life. When the student is ready, the teacher arrives! Leap, and the net will appear!
Then the economy tanked, and took a lot of publishing houses with it. I, like millions of ordinary working stiffs, entered a dark period of fiscal and existential uncertainty. Lucky me, I went peri-menopausal right then, too. Hormonal chaos. Oh, my kids started leaving the nest then, too. Maternal clutching and tuition bills. Oh, my husband started graduate school then too. More tuition bills. But no clutching.
A dark period indeed.
I was ready to learn, but there was no teacher. I leaped, but there was no net. In fact, I fell on my face, to the tune of tens of thousands of dollars in lost royalties when my publisher went belly-up. (And just when my laser hair removal bills were ramping up, too!)
However, I kept writing. (Really, what else am I going to do? I’m virtually unemployable. I have the attention span of a gnat. Plus, I tend to go off on tangents…) I went to writers’ conferences I couldn’t afford, but had a great time at. I attended writing retreats that had no apparent consequence, but at which I met great people. I pitched ideas that had minimal traction in the industry – but kept my name out there. I finally hired a professional web designer to give me a proper web presence, even though it pretty much broke my writing piggy-bank.
My tank was on Empty, out of hope, purpose, direction, meaning… yup, s and m all over the place. After all, if nobody’s buying what I’m selling, well, What Am I Going to Do With My Life? I needed something with Epic Meaning, on par with raising exceptional young women, a task at which I excel, but which utilizes skills that translate poorly on a curriculum vitae. Also, I demand compensation commensurate with my experience. You heard me. Pay the writer, man.
And then one day an email popped into my in-box.Well, really it was a Facebook message, which routed to my inbox. Which I accessed by my iPhone because I was on vacation at the time. (Tangents. Gnats. See what I mean?)
Anyway…. a woman I’d met a year or two ago at that writers’ retreat I couldn’t afford – a woman I’d have bet wouldn’t have remembered my name! – had recommended me, via my new website, to someone she knew who knew someone else who was looking for … you guessed it, a writer. And not just any writer, but one with a very specific combination of interests, combined with – get this – an ability to go off on creative tangents. TANGENTS? I am so there. And then, around the same time, my agent and I found some potential homes for the numerous manuscripts I’ve got collecting dust on my hard drive.
Slouch and moan? Who has the time?
All of which is to say that after a very long dry spell, synchronicity has struck again, reminding me that the first rule for success in any creative endeavour is to just hang in there.
Eventually the competition will give up. Or die.
Then they’ll have to publish me.
Best. Grade 12 History Project. EVER.
- At January 23, 2012
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Roxanne Writes On
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A+ for a creative – if slightly disturbing – history assignment. And major props to the teacher for sending students out into the Twitterverse.
1. Unit 4 (Bay of Pigs)
@Castro#1
Slaughtered the one and only CIA! Sent them running with their tails between their legs. #Cuba4THEWIN
@CubaCandy45
DATS WHAT I’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT!! #Cubarocks #HowdoesthatfeelUSA
@Castro#1
Dear God… #WHATHAVEWEDONE
@KenDoll4President
Sorry you had to find out this way. #CubaStillRocks
@KenDoll4President
Whoopsies! #ThatAwkwardMomentWhen…
@UScitizens
WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?! #You’reinBIGtrouble #JKcomeforwardPLS
@KenDoll4President
Ummmm… #HonestMistake
@USmilitary88
Oooh, you’s in trooouubbllee… #Wouldn’tWantToBeAmericanRightNow
@USmilitary88
Deep trouble! I feel ya, man. JK you suck!! Oink, oink!! #AndSoItWasDecreed…
@Castro#1
FML. #Life.Over.
2. Unit 5 (6 day war)
@MosheMan
Greatest territories gained by Israel in SIX FREAKING DAYS!! Where the party at?? #WE’RENUMBER1
@I’mIsraeliyo666
Call Guinness, this has to be a record. #kickingsome@$$
@MosheMan
Fo Shizzle. #ICanFinallyPutInThatPool
@MosheMan
WTF WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?! #OutOfTheLoop #USUCK
@Nasser4life
Snooze you lose, bubba! #AwkwardButAwesome
@MosheMan
IMMA KILL U #RevengeIsBestServedANYTIME
@Nasser4life
Use proper English, please. #HateAbbreviations
@MosheMan
You know where you can shove that? You stupid little—
@Nasser4life
Whoaa, no need for name calling! Let’s be civil here. #Didn’tYourMotherEverTellYou…
@MosheMan
…Eyepatch. #GoingDownWithABang
@Nasser4life
OKAY NOW YOU’RE ASKING FOR IT. #KeepMyEyepatchOutOfIt!!
@Nasser4life
Sooo…we kind of have no place to live… #Nomorepovertypls
@EgyptCitizens
I’m getting to it. #JUSTGIVEMEAMINUTE
@MosheMan
What’s all this then? #WWIIIPLEASE
@USSRpeeps111
Nothing!! Absolutely nothing!! #Can’tAnyoneKeepASecretAnymore
@USAladiesandgents
Awwkkwwaarrdddd… #CloseCall
3. Unit 6 (Rosa Parks)
@XMan666
Soooo I got kicked off the bus today because I wouldn’t give up my seat to this middle aged white woman with a serious stick up her @$$. #FML
@RosesNParks
Ouch. We should go protest!! #TimeIsNow
@BlackPantherBros99
Dude. No one’s blowing up anything. Chill. #NotThatMad
@RosesNParks
No violence? I applaud you. #Let’sTalkAboutOurFeelings
@MLKjr
Omg can we just stop with the sweet talk already? Or is the plan to kill all the racists with diabetes? #TalkingDoesNOTHING
@BlackPantherBros99
The goal is to not kill anything, young grasshopper. #UseYourWords
@MLKjr
…..What? #WTFutalkingabout
@RosesNParks
WTF why didn’t you just give up your seat?? #PeepleRStoopid
@IWANTYOURSEATlady60
STFU AND GTFO. #WellSaid