My husband and I have to travel in a few weeks and I was thinking about the places I’ve lived and people who were pet sitters for my cats.
Long ago, one of my friends used to live in a tiny, tiny little house, before tiny houses were a thing. She and her partner didn’t have a washer/dryer nor did they have a television, so when I was gone, she’d cat sit and do laundry and they’d catch up on some television. This was one of my selling points to have them come by!
Anyway, one day, her partner goes through Taco Bell and gets a burrito. My orange cat wouldn’t not leave him alone. When she tells me this, she just says she doesn’t know what was wrong with my Iggy Cat. And she talks about how he was all over her partner. And I’m hmm… maybe he was lonely? Then she says her partner could hardly even eat his Taco Bell burrito.
It all became clear to me. This cat had always been fat (hence my publication name, My Big Fat Orange Cat) and always wanted what I was having. I used to feed him strips of lettuce from the top of tacos from Taco Bell so he started associating the smells of Taco Bell with getting food. As he aged and I wasn’t as careful about what he ate, sometimes I’d offer to let him lick some of the beans from a bean burrito, which he also loved. He never got people food otherwise, and, in fact, wasn’t as interested in other people food but this cat had developed a taste for Taco Bell.
I laughed so hard it took me almost ten minutes to explain to her that odd as it sounded Taco Bell was this cat’s favorite treat. Not that he was allowed to have it on a regular basis.
Cats are strange. While I understood that cat, I still haven’t figured out my little Gemini girl.
It means reading the rules and following them. From everything I know about editing and having worked with writers, I am still amazed at how many people don’t. I don’t mean they missed something or even mistakes like sending the wrong manuscript. I mean they don’t even bother with the rules. Some don’t even read them.
Or they think they know better.
Then there are those that disagree with the editor and want to know why their story wasn’t accepted. Or they demand feedback from an overworked editor. In another case, someone kept sending in the same story to a series of anthologies.
I know that as I’m not a professional editor I’m lucky to not have to put up with these things on a regular basis, but I just don’t understand.
I am thrilled if an editor offers criticism. It means they liked my story enough to tell me why they had to reject it. I am okay when they don’t. Sometimes they don’t have a good reason or sometimes it just doesn’t quite fit in with other stories. So, the story goes off to another market. I also read more, study more, and work on making the next story better. I want some editor out there to see that my stories are improving. I want them to be eager to accept something I’ve sent them because they know I’m putting in the work. I don’t see it as something I’m entitled to.
Yeah, I get depressed. Rejection is depressing. But I’m not wailing about how awful editors are because they don’t love my stuff. I keep my head down and I keep learning. And I broaden where I learn things from, too. Because what I want is to be the best writer I can be.
And I guess, I want to add to the five hundred admonitions that Kevin gave to read the requirements of the editor, that yes, that’s being professional. And if a beginning writer manages only that, then they’ve a huge step up on all the others.
I don’t know what’s up with my cats. One was out of sorts and another had litterbox issues. And while they are both eating and drinking, neither is exactly themselves.
The third is fine, so far as I can tell but I suspect, even were he under the weather, he wouldn’t act much different and would go hide, which he is. Although that’s sort of normal this time of day.
So I don’t know what’s going on, if I should be worrying, or if it’s just a minor blip. They eat the same food they’ve been eating and suddenly things aren’t as good as they were. The only change I can see is the weather and if it were drippy eyes I’d think maybe that was it, but it’s digestive and that doesn’t seem normal for them.
I guess I’ll worry and wonder because there’s no real reason to rush to the vet, other than they just ain’t right. Cats. I wish they could talk.
I find it interesting that when I post articles about how diets don’t work or the problems with diets that people immediately jump on me and assume that anyone not dieting is living on fast food and other junk and never puts a single vegetable in their mouth.
First, to take a page from the wonderful Ragen Chastain at Dances with Fat what another person puts in their mouth and into their body is really up to them. If they want to eat like that, they can. However, that’s not how I chose to eat when I don’t diet.
I like to get plenty of fruits in my diet because I like fruit. I do force a few extra vegetables because I know they’re good for my body. However, I don’t restrict my eating. I don’t eat much ice cream because I don’t like the way it makes me feel. If there’s cake, I’ll have a piece. If I don’t like the cake, I push it aside–that was a huge one to learn considering I learned never to waste food!
Health at Every Size is about making choices to help work on your health, not about restricting eating to lose weight. It’s also not something that assumes “perfect” health is fully within our control. Our bodies are complex. Some people eat ice cream and are just fine. Heck, they might eat it every day and not have a problem. I am not that person.
Some people restrict calories or carbs and lose weight. The more I restrict, the fatter I get. In fact, as I have learned to eat better, I have had to make sure I get a certain number of calories otherwise I start gaining weight. Which, while I work on body acceptance, I don’t really want to do. I’d like to have a weight that remains constant as in most studies that seems to be a key to being healthy.
I still wonder, though, why people think they’d eat unrestricted junk food if they weren’t listening to outside system of restriction. Maybe that’s their body telling them they need something other than what they are feeding it.
As someone who has practiced acupuncture for decades, I have a lot of thoughts about this so maybe it’s something I’ll come back to in another post.
I got sidetracked this weekend looking at my astrological chart. I used to be really good at reading the aspects and understanding them but I haven’t practiced in a number of years. Like any language, because in may ways the chart itself feels like a language and when I see something it often means something to me though I don’t always have the words to articulate it.
I found an article by Steven Forrester about the south node in the chart and I started looking into that. I find the bits and pieces of information that come out of a good read interesting.
It’s just a bit of a hobby that I enjoy and find interesting. I love the astrologers like Joey Yap (not a western astrologer, but I like his take) on the fact that there are no negatives. Just opportunities. Oh–so it says you might have some financial issues around spending this year? Then make it true by spending on something big you’ve been wanting–that plays into the overspending on something so make it good! I laughed when he said that but it makes so much sense to do something like that rather than freeze in fear.
I notice Mercury retrograde. I don’t avoid it. If something is happening then, well maybe I give it a bit of extra time, maybe double check the dates and times and addresses. I don’t hide out in my house refusing to do anything because of it. It’s easier that way. It’s a time to re-think things so I plan on doing that. It’s great for editing older writing rather than starting something new. If I’m in a place to start a new book or story, I’ll look back at old ideas and work on those.
But the nodes are interesting to me. Like where is your life going or what lessons are you working on learning this time around. I think mine was about learning that there’s more to life than work. I can look back on my life and see how that played out (but also the frustrations due to certain aspects) and I think about something a friend happened to say a few weeks ago, that work/life wasn’t a balance because work was life and she only worked at things she wanted in her life. Which was a different perspective that I appreciated. We so often think of work as an I-have-to.
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