My father has written a book. A real honest-to-goodness book and it is amazing!!
Lots of people say they are going to write a book but few ever actually do it. And he has and I am so proud of him. When it arrived last week I burst into tears. Was not expecting that visceral a reaction, but there you have it; I cried.
He has had 10 copies printed for various people, myself included, to read and give him feedback. I am in very good company – among others, he has a professional editor, a reviewer for the Globe & Mail, and 2 professors. So far the reviews have been unanimous – a great story!
It is an historical fiction novel, loosely based on our family history – from Ireland to Montreal. VERY loosely based. As I was reading it at times I forgot that it was my father who had written it, and thought that that was a very good thing indeed. But then his voice would come booming through or a story that I had heard in my childhood was woven into the tale, or a character was just so familiar, a lot like ME, in fact.
In the next few weeks my dad is going to give his book a final revision, taking in all comments and suggestions from his readers and then set about getting himself an agent to shop it around to publishers. How amazing will it be when it gets published??
and then gets on the NYT Best Sellers list. And then gets optioned to be made in to a film. And Colin Firth gets cast. And it is a HUGE success. And gets nominated for an Oscar. And wins.
Is it too early to start looking for a red carpet-worthy dress??
I saw Mama Mia this weekend and smiled my way through it. A work of cinematic genius it is not, but fun? Absolutely!! Abba music just makes me happy and I seriously want to go to Greece and splash around in the beautiful blue water. The Firth factor didn’t hurt, either …
I try not to do too much of this but sometimes it just can’t be avoided. I was out for dinner a few weeks ago to celebrate a good friend’s 50th birthday. There were 8 of us, all women, ranging in age from 40 (me) to 54 (birthday girl’s sister). Some married, some not, some in between. 3 of the women – married, well-off, seemingly happy, drank white wine and ate nothing more than a few edamame. So THAT’S how they maintain their size zero figures!! (there is WAY too much brie and french fries in this world to be enjoyed for me to get on board with that plan) Also, not so happy. One of them, a real estate agent, married for 20 years with 2 children, 3 houses, and a closet full of designer clothes, has been sleeping with a new boy every week for the past year or so because she is “bored”. She is now contemplating leaving her husband.
Another of them, divorced, 2 kids, great job, has morphed into the stereotypical “cougar” and was absolutely on the prowl. She was one of the non-eaters and I have to say that once a woman reaches a certain age a little bit of weight in the face is not a bad thing.
Another of the women went on and on and on about money – how much she has, how much her husband makes, what their neighbours have, what they buy, what they will buy, what they want to buy, etc. GROSS
(and she left early and only left $40 on the bill – guess who covered it? yep, that’s right, ME! the poorest in the group)
I did have a good time – the birthday girl is a dear friend and a lovely and genuine oman and not like these others I have mentioned. There were also other dear friends there whom I really enjoy and who are “real” people.
I got home that evening and just felt sad; a mite depressed actualy. But then spent some time seriously examining my own life and came to the happy realisation that I am happy. My life is good and I don’t really have any major complaints.
Sure I would like to have more money, nicer clothes, more shoes, better jewelry, a bigger apartment – hell, my own house! To be thinner and prettier would be great, too. Also, I would like to have a wonderful man to come home to. I would love to be in love again and to have someone to share things with. But still, I am happy now. I have a very good life and excellent friends and 2 amazing dogs and a beautiful little niece.
So maybe on the surface those women look as though they have it dialed. But do they? nope
and my own life? pretty darn good