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Disappointment

by Maris Soule

momzuriI’ve seen several discussions regarding writers losing the initial excitement they had when they started writing. Some of that loss, I believe, is due to reality replacing the anticipated results of being published; i.e., our book hitting best seller charts, awards, TV and radio interviews, instant recognition.

On December 8, 2016,I will be interviewed on LA Talk Radio “The Writer’s Block.”

Over the years I’ve been on TV and radio; yet, rarely do people (other than family and friends) know I’m a writer.

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More Suffering

I’m in agony this morning. While I’m thrilled the temps have cooled enough to open windows and doors, I’m also suffering the tortures of the addicted. Food addiction.

Ever since my life drastically changed a few years ago and I moved from MN to CA, I’ve comforted myself with food – fast-food, slow, home-cooked delights, and most deserts. Nothing was a bigger comfort than Haagen-Dazs bars, thick rich layers of chocolate covering ice cream. And not just one, but two or three boxes at a time, and they come three bars to a box.

And since I was severely traumatized, I couldn’t be around people, so I seldom left my new home except to get into my car and explore at night, driving on a new road, highway, then finding a place to stop and eat. I still consider that great fun.

The result? I made it through that lost time, but I packed on the weight. A lot of weight. So now I’m trying to get it off, and for someone who dearly loves food, that’s suffering. To top it off, I’m also breaking my addiction to diet soda.

Now I can’t diet like a normal person. When I try to ‘eat healthy’ like the experts say, I’m hungry all the time and all I think about is food. About the only thing that does work is the low-carb plan. Only problem is, like most people, I love carbs, and after a few weeks on the diet, I’m hating meat. Never thought I’d say I can’t stand the thought of another chop, steak, hamburger without the bun, or cheese. I want potatoes! I want pizza! Even a simple BLT would be heaven.

But I’m an addict. One bite of the forbidden fruit would melt all my resolve and put me right back on the weight gain track. So, I’m doing without. Most of the time I can get through the day.

Until today.

With the lower temps and doors and windows open, the smell of my neighbor’s cooking wafts in, and although I’m trying to ignore it, the aroma is driving me wild. Since I’m such a food lover, I know exactly what it is – fried potatoes with onions. My mouth salivates. I’ve tried to concentrate on my writing, but that scent lingers and teases me with visions of fresh fried potatoes, crispy on the outside, the insides soft enough to melt on the tongue. I can taste them, taste each little strip of potato. Maybe she’s having them with eggs, and I can picture the dish with crisp toast on the side, the cut corner dipping into the soft runny yolk. I like to dip the toast first, then mix the egg with potatoes for that perfect bite.

Or maybe she’s having them with a roast beef sandwich with rich, creamy gravy over both?

Oh, I’m going mad. I don’t have potatoes in the house, so I’d have to go marketing, then come home and cook, which sounds horrible when I’m so hungry. Maybe I could dash out to the drive-thru at McD’s for a breakfast. Scrambled eggs, sausage, and the potato patty would calm my craving, and one little break from my diet won’t hurt, that is if I can be strong the rest of the day. I’m almost convinced – until I glance at the clock. Too late. Breakfast is over and I don’t feel like going through the ritual of making myself presentable enough for a regular restaurant. So what to do?

I go to the fridge and stand, door open, looking over the contents, examining each item as if I didn’t know what was there, hoping by some miracle something looks good. It doesn’t. So I make an omelet: eggs, cheese, onions, some ham. More cheese. Not even appealing now, but I prepare it and I’ll eat. One thing about food – even if it’s not what I crave, I can better resist temptation when my stomach is full.

And I’ll close my door.

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SoCal Orange Empire Writers League

My new writers group will meet for the first time tomorrow evening – Thursday the 19th – and the topic will be The 5 Tiers of Publishing.

I’m looking forward to meeting everyone, and I know we’ll have a great discussion on writing & publishing.

 If you’re an Inland Empire writer, published or not, feel free to join:
SoCal Orange Empire Writers League

See you there!

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Sent New Query

Still no word yet, so today I sent another new query. Hope I hear something soon. In the meantime, I’m ‘power thinking,’ trying to come up with a new, fantastic idea.

Tomorrow I’ll start the process over again, checking emails, waiting for the mailman.

What torture.

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Radio Interview

I just completed my first radio show and even now, almost an hour later, I still feel like throwing up.

You’d think, since I’m a mature woman, at least according to my gray hair, that I’d have more confidence when doing interviews, and I do – when they’re on paper. But talking to someone over the radio?

So that I wouldn’t come across as a dork, I wrote questions that could be asked and practiced my answers over and over. Finally, I got so smooth at talking about my book – at least to myself – that I was ready. I’d made the last-minute trip to the bathroom, had my soft drink next to me in case my throat went dry, and with my answers highlighted in a huge font so I could read them at a glance, I waited for my cue. Then the host introduced me.

OMG. It was time to talk. I froze, even my blood froze. I wanted to run to Mommy. But since I WAS the mommy and grandmommy to boot, I had to try to maintain some semblance of dignity, so, I did what I do when writing my novels: I pretended I was this confident character who knew what she was talking about.

It went well, or so the sympathetic host, Don McCauley assured me. At least we didn’t have to stop and start all over. I don’t remember much of what I said, so I’ll be as surprised as the listeners when it airs – that is, if I work up enough nerve to listen.

But hey, I can do it. Raising children, moving to a new state after a marriage of nearly thirty years ends in divorce, writing novels and sending them to agents and publishers takes guts, so I must have some. We’ll see when the show airs in two to three weeks. I’ll bite the bullet and let you know.

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