Jeremiah was a bullfrog.
I've been looking up addresses and submission rules for various literary magazines around the country, just so that I can send one short story and see what happens. But because so many of them don't take simultaneous submissions (which makes sense), and because a lot of them don't take unsolicited submissions except on certain months, it looks like I only have a few options out of the ones I looked up. Or, I can just send the story to one magazine and wait the several months, sometimes up to six, it takes to find out whether they've accepted the story and whether I've won a prize they may happen to have running. Sometimes they accept stuff on certain months, but for prizes you have to submit on different months. I need a big-ass calender to write all this shit down. Paper is not enough. It's ridiculous. But at least I'll be doing what I've always wanted to.
Meanwhile I've been sort of helping around the house until my job starts. Mom's been stressing at work because they've moved the two other managers to different departments and left her with all the work, and because she says she feels used at home by the two guys living here. Even Dad's starting to say that if Mike doesn't have a job and isn't looking for a place instead of a girl within another month (it's been two and a half already) he's throwing him out. It may sound cruel, but personally I'm starting to think it's best. Mike's the type who doesn't do anything unless he's pushed, and when his family doesn't "help" him he gets pissed. I think he's fucking 28 years old and doesn't need anyone to hold his damn hand. He should be able to do it on his own. And honestly, sometimes seeming cruelty is kinder and more productive in the long run. And better for everybody all around.
Some people are more productive and hard-working when they've got nothing else to hold them up, and I think Mike's the type who needs that dose of reality and fear to get him going. Right now he sits around the house with no responsibilities, and he doesn't look for any. He barely does his own dishes. He's going to have to fuck up before he does anything of worth. Which we're thinking is what Allison realized, and is probably why she didn't come down with him. Smart girl. I genuinely think she deserves a lot better than Mike. Yes, I am a bitch. I'm ok with that.
So, I'm going to go back, ask Tania what she and Chris saw at the movies today while I was out with JT and do some work on the short story. And while I do that, I plan to listen to Creedance Clearwater Revival and Semisonic. Why? Because they make me insanely happy. I can dance around in camo and bare feet. Or I can just sit, close my eyes and see the rain.
Meanwhile I've been sort of helping around the house until my job starts. Mom's been stressing at work because they've moved the two other managers to different departments and left her with all the work, and because she says she feels used at home by the two guys living here. Even Dad's starting to say that if Mike doesn't have a job and isn't looking for a place instead of a girl within another month (it's been two and a half already) he's throwing him out. It may sound cruel, but personally I'm starting to think it's best. Mike's the type who doesn't do anything unless he's pushed, and when his family doesn't "help" him he gets pissed. I think he's fucking 28 years old and doesn't need anyone to hold his damn hand. He should be able to do it on his own. And honestly, sometimes seeming cruelty is kinder and more productive in the long run. And better for everybody all around.
Some people are more productive and hard-working when they've got nothing else to hold them up, and I think Mike's the type who needs that dose of reality and fear to get him going. Right now he sits around the house with no responsibilities, and he doesn't look for any. He barely does his own dishes. He's going to have to fuck up before he does anything of worth. Which we're thinking is what Allison realized, and is probably why she didn't come down with him. Smart girl. I genuinely think she deserves a lot better than Mike. Yes, I am a bitch. I'm ok with that.
So, I'm going to go back, ask Tania what she and Chris saw at the movies today while I was out with JT and do some work on the short story. And while I do that, I plan to listen to Creedance Clearwater Revival and Semisonic. Why? Because they make me insanely happy. I can dance around in camo and bare feet. Or I can just sit, close my eyes and see the rain.