|Posted by Diana Mylek on November 30, 2010 at 1:22 PM||comments (0)|
Ok so I'm not over my hairdon't. But it's going to grow out, right? Just not fast as I'd like.
I sent a proposal to an agent last night. Research, research. They have been in business 30 years so I'm confident they know what's what. And that they will spot a fabulous story when they see one...My last agent was impressed by my literary finesse but was not familiar with the Christian Fiction arm of publishing so things did not go as I had hoped, Oprah did not call, and here I am working at Target for Christmas. So hey, we do what we have to. Next year my goal is to speak more, travel more and introduce my books to millions of Diana-mytes, which is what I will call my fans...too much caffeine this morning.
So here's the rundown on the book I sent, Beautiful Loser. First, a shout out to Bob Seger, who sang the song that has been in the background of my mind since 1976. I love that song! And to write a book about a man who loses everything and gains a world back, I had to give it the same title. The most Beautiful Loser is one who has died to self and now lives for Christ. What an awesome trade. We may not be the richest, the best looking, the most gifted, but we have Christ, the maker of Heaven and Earth living in us and that is worth more than Donald Trump's millions. Because it's eternal. So I wrote a story about amnesia and hopefully gave it a new twist and a fun story.
Now I'm off to do something so secret, so wonderful that I can't tell anyone about it till Saturday. Or Sunday. My lips are sealed!
|Posted by Diana Mylek on November 23, 2010 at 2:47 PM||comments (0)|
Many thanks to Erica, who read both my books and said she couldn't put them down. Yes they are that good, but not because I'm so talented. I give all glory and honor to the One who gave me words! God is my anchor and the wind in my sails. I pray these books will not only bring pleasure for the story but encourage the reader to find a deeper, more meaningful relationship with God. If I've done that, then I am a success.
Our life is changing again. After two years of caring for my foster child (my great-niece), she is going back to her mother. Once again I have free time and I'm aching to write! As soon as this Christmas season is over, I'm back at it, full on! What a ride these two years have been with the coolest and most lovable girl on the planet and the agony of the struggle with her parents, caseworkers, my brother and his wife (baby's ABSENT grandparents--oh, just a little bitter, thank you.) I am glad that her mother has turned her life around and that she loves this child and is working hard to care for her. I pray she continues to make good decisions. I miss having Zoey near but the thrill now is that we are GRANDPARENTS. So we get all the fun, just not enough of it! I was so angry that my life was stolen from me, after 30 years of raising children, I was ready for ME time. But God placed Zoey in our care and I put that aside (with much prayer and cries to God). And now it's over! Would I do it again? NONONONO. But I don't regret it. I learned so much about God and His loving mercy that I would never have known without this struggle. So it's true what the Bible says, All things work for good to those that love God and are called according to HIS purposes.
|Posted by Diana Mylek on November 15, 2010 at 1:06 AM||comments (0)|
Forget my post yesterday. Today was murder.
Sold another book. For us not yet blockbuster authors, that is something to rejoice about!
Zoey spend the night with us. What a joy to see her smiling face in the morning. She's got this new thing she's doing--screeching! She says someone's name louder and louder till she's screaming. She practiced this on Lorna at Arby's. Forget television, Zoey is my entertainment.
|Posted by Diana Mylek on November 13, 2010 at 10:54 PM||comments (0)|
So I took a Christmas job. Target! Easy easy work, cashiering. Not a lot of money but at least we'll have Christmas this year. Last year we had no money and no Christmas. It was humiliating to act like we didn't care while watching everyone shop and celebrate. I vowed never to let that happen again and so I'm on my feet. But my legs ache whether i'm standing on them or not. I'm in constant pain since I hurt my good knee and my bad knee can't handle the work for both. What a bother! But I don't want to complain, I just want to push through this and go on!
I'm past ready to put Nearly Beloved up for sale as an ebook. Gotta bug my cover artist. Matter of fact, I'm going to do that right now.
|Posted by Diana Mylek on November 12, 2010 at 9:38 PM||comments (0)|
Ah. My precious. My computer. How I've missed you...
No computer. No cell phone. No internet. How did we survive before these? Mark and I were without any form of communication during the cruise. (It was available but at a STEEP price.) We had to write NOTES on PAPER! Can you imagine?
A cruise is all about the food. Hands down. Yes we were on the high seas, yes we visited exotic locales, yes the ocean was incredible. But oh, the food! The human body is not built to take that much--hour after hour of mile-long buffets, free food, any hour of the day. Buffet at 11:45 PM. Amazing how fast one gets used to eating. By the time we arrived at Orlando airport, we were dismayed that we would have to PAY for food. We never went hungry, that's for sure.
But it's amazing that in all this splendor, all I wanted was to be back with my family. I missed them so much, I can't tell you! I actually had a hard time relaxing and doing nothing. I don't know if it's because I feel guilty or because we were doing nothing productive, but I missed my fast-paced life.
One thing I DID love and I will miss is the rocking of the boat. Going out, and coming in the boat tipped back and forth, enough to make the water in the pool splash out over and over! Walking was a challenge, and shaving my legs in the shower? Forgeddatboutit. But I was so sick going in, I had a horrible cold and felt terrible. All I wanted to do was lay my head down. Mark kept asking, "What do you want to do?" over and over till I wanted to strangle him, but since I love him I tried to be a good sport. Finally though, I told him to let me lay down and he left me in the room. The rocking motion of the boat soothed my poor achy body and I slept. Oh, wonderful!
We have plenty of boat stories and I'll share them till someone begs me to stop. Just fair warning!
|Posted by Diana Mylek on November 6, 2010 at 10:28 PM||comments (0)|
Tomorrow Mark and I leave for our cruise! It was a gift from our kids for our 25th anniversary, and I don' t know which is the biggest miracle, making it 25 years or that our kids paid! Mel badgered all our friends and acquaintances to help pay for this and I've got to say that the anticipation is so sweet I can't imagine how wonderful the cruise will be. Of course I have the most hideous haircut of my life, it seems to be a tradition before any big event. I'm wearing what amounts to a helmet with my ear part cut out. I will photoshop better hair after. It's my only hope.
My great nephew Jackson is home, well and we are praying that he will stay that way! What a scare. Doctors say it may even have been dehydration but they don't know. He came home Oct. 31 and went trick or treating. My sister in law Kathy said he would take a treat, and step away then giggle like he couldn't believe he got away with it! Too cute. Thank you God for your faithfulness and compassion. We are so very grateful.
I have to write a 700 word story for a contest. Simple? Never. Shorter stories are actually harder. Have to start, fill and have a neat ending but with so little words it's hard to make it believable. I'll try! The prize is worth it.
Jen and I are venturing into publishing. I believe we can start a small publishing house of our own and it's exciting! Soon we will be helping other authors become published and recognized for their work.
Well, off to bed. Tomorrow we sleep with the fishes!
|Posted by Diana Mylek on October 29, 2010 at 3:19 PM||comments (0)|
Jackson's pancreas may not be leaking again after all. His counts were down this morning and they even cancelled the PICC line! Great happiness and thanks to God, who is faithful and hears when we call.
I decided to trim my hair before we leave on our cruise and with my history of bad hair decisions right before an important event, you would think I'd have learned my lesson...*sigh*. Apparently not. Because I sit here with my hair "trimmed" so short that my ears show. MY EARS! I said get it off my neck, not my skull...Oh boy. Now I have to invest in big, girlie earrings so everyone will know I'm not a boy...Or buy some stiff gel and stick it straight up in the air and give my kids a heart attack.
So I have a JOB interview on Monday. Something to pay for Christmas since I'm still a "starving artist". I don't mind. I have some medical bills from my knee from earlier this year to pay. Ah, Mr. Obama. Thanks to your healthcare reform I can't afford to go to the doctor. It's like we who have insurance are being punished for that. Now my deductible is so huge I might as well not have insurance. So much for healthcare.
Enough on the soapbox! I'm going to take my shorn head out for a walk and see if my ears freeze.
|Posted by Diana Mylek on October 28, 2010 at 7:39 PM||comments (0)|
See this handsome young man? He's two. And he's been ill since he was five months old with a pancreas disorder that causes immense pain, vomiting and such. He's was hospitalized for almost five months his first year and had two MAJOR surgeries, one of them just recently. He suffered a setback today and is back in the hospital in Ann Arbor. I can't tell you how much Sara, Luke, my brother Rick (grandpa) and sister-in-law Kathy (grandma) have been through in the last two years. Those of you with sick children understand. But if you are reading this, would you stop right now and pray? He so needs to be well.
And while you're at it say another prayer for Bowen, Matt from Sanctus Real's son. They are in the same hospital and going through a very hard time with Bowen's heart. www.bowensheart.com Truly we need each other, family of God!
|Posted by Diana Mylek on October 25, 2010 at 1:25 PM||comments (0)|
This is my first entry, so bear with me! I spent so many hours last night working on a website that I couldn't move once I stood up again! And I hated it. So today I took the advice of a friend, Debbie Alfiero (author, Wating for Tomorrow) and used this site. Wow. What a difference. Thanks, Deb!
Today is recovery day because Zoey was here over the weekend and I do NOT get anything done with her around. It's all about Zoey and housekeeping can wait. So what if it looks like my house has been ransacked, I sent her home to her mother happy and well-loved. Zoey is my foster grandchild; she has lived with us for almost two years and is being transitioned to her mother, my nephew's ex-wife. My sister-in-law, Tina passed away ten years ago so I am a surrogate grandma to Audrey, Zoey and soon to be born Harper Jane.
Yesterday I bought a green screen to make a new book cover for Hook, Line and Sinker. I can't wait to get that up on the web in it's new form! There is another book in the series, Lock, Stock and Barrel and that is at www.morethannovellas.com. I am thinking...thinking about selling them as ebooks for .99 apiece but we'll see. They are free for now so hurry! Oh and the third in my cliche series will be Signed, Sealed, Delivered. Once I set my mind to writing. I want to include someone I've fallen in love with--the bagger/cart guy at Kroger, Steve. I guess he was once a special education student but in my eyes he is a hero of customer service and the young ones could really learn from him. I want to immortalize him in a story, that's what I do with people I love. I am working through my whole family to use their names in a story. So some of my characters may seem familliar to those who know me.
Okay, time for my two mile walk. My husband and I are going on a cruise in two weeks, a gift from our children for our anniversary. I need to lose enough weight that I can eat my way through the ship and return no worse for the wear. Can I? We'll see!