tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post1667670487157338317..comments2023-10-26T03:31:02.412-07:00Comments on Trying to Stay Afloat in a Sea of Words: Wistfulgae polisnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10491813685110351809noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-10290014326310108502011-03-10T04:26:04.714-08:002011-03-10T04:26:04.714-08:00omg, yay, it's "you" !!!
of course,...omg, yay, it's "you" !!!<br /><br />of course, now im gonna have to keep this one (i have two -- a YA one and this) up to date and "apology, apology, excuse, excuse, excuse... wink" me.gae polisnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10491813685110351809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-88192874778062071932011-03-10T00:42:36.595-08:002011-03-10T00:42:36.595-08:00Wow. I am going to love following this blog.
Isn&...Wow. I am going to love following this blog. <br />Isn't it amazing how reminiscent Barnes and Noble can make you? Seriously...I often find myself just wandering, thinking, and drinking strawberry frapaccinos without ever buying a book.Christine Tylerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08711726941768571495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-10264477417203935902011-02-23T16:01:19.921-08:002011-02-23T16:01:19.921-08:00um, am I the only one who isn't weeping? :) Mi...um, am I the only one who isn't weeping? :) Mine are very wide spaced, so maybe that's why I dont have this angst about one leaving (A: not that he will and B: my daughter will get her own room. ... yay? :) Yay!! <br /><br />I also live in lots of denial. So there's that. Er...;)Tracy Walshawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15558572080464012811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-72877586891299648362011-02-21T20:47:54.683-08:002011-02-21T20:47:54.683-08:00I cried reading this. My sons are 7 and 5- the old...I cried reading this. My sons are 7 and 5- the older one put a distance between him and me about six months, so I clung even more to the younger one knowing he too would soon want to "grow up". But now the older one is back again, and I am re-savouring every moment. But even as I savour every hug they give me, I die inside knowing there are only so many more of those moments left for them and me.<br />BUT, the next time I have one of those moments, it will be for you- if I will it hard enough, I am sure you would just for a moment be able to grab that moment with your two.<br />Now excuse me, while I go grab a tissue.Natashahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00481081735923606868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-33857055759046886252011-02-18T09:47:46.093-08:002011-02-18T09:47:46.093-08:00thanks, Hart. It's why the thought of hardcove...thanks, Hart. It's why the thought of hardcover books disappearing is so sad to me. I guess you can curl up with your kids with a kindle, but it's not really the same as turning pages with a baby on your lap looking on in wonder... Or sitting in bed together following the words unfold. <br /><br />As for that looking clean, that particular section had already been edited twice already. ;)gae polisnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10491813685110351809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-46210886649786315632011-02-18T07:15:09.678-08:002011-02-18T07:15:09.678-08:00Oh, what a touching, reflective post. I sometimes ...Oh, what a touching, reflective post. I sometimes resent that I always had to work full time. Hubby could have had time like that, but was generally more a 'throw the baseball' type. I read with my kids every night until they wouldn't, and I miss that, though that has become my writing time, and I love that, too.<br /><br />(that looks pretty darned CLEAN for a first draft to me!)--good luck getting through it all!Hart Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17599570189253229318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-47015707707602297562011-02-18T05:25:45.337-08:002011-02-18T05:25:45.337-08:00Thanks Jody,
I'm trying to hold on to what su...Thanks Jody,<br /><br />I'm trying to hold on to what success is, and to believe that I've already had it enough to feel proud and satisfied (regardless of another book or sales numbers). The trick is, indeed, in holding on to that. <br /><br /><3gae polisnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10491813685110351809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-63230751226084142132011-02-18T05:05:39.162-08:002011-02-18T05:05:39.162-08:00I remember the last time I held my son in my lap. ...I remember the last time I held my son in my lap. For some reason, I KNEW it was the last time. I was in my writing chair, next to the fireplace. He was ten. He wanted to be in my lap, with me cuddling him. HIs long thin legs dangled awkwardly. I wrapped my hand around his silky hair and treasured what I knew would not be repeated. I felt sad, yes, but also proud of both of us. He was a wonderful person, and I knew I'd given him good loving.<br /><br />This does connect to publishing your novel, Gae. As you mention, the publishing climate has changed. You know, looking at my career, that it's hard to KEEP publishing because, now, you have to sell books. But I will tell you this: I have pretty astute gut feelings. <br /><br />You're on your way to success. I predict it.Jodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03418253504761029445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-84660882251775969262011-02-17T19:18:13.339-08:002011-02-17T19:18:13.339-08:00weeping. this is the not very spoken about undersi...weeping. this is the not very spoken about underside of the joy of parenting. this is why in the more difficult moments, I remember to count my blessings as they say, to savor the small moments. this is the type of quiet grief that makes people like you and me artists & writers because we have to find something to do with our sorrow other than implode. this is why I love you--(well, one reason) for your honesty--for feeling so deeply & for sharing it so we all feel a little better about the things that torment our own minds when no-one else is looking.Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03930415413376102535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-23165695356814428402011-02-17T19:13:32.197-08:002011-02-17T19:13:32.197-08:00Jim, you made me laugh again. Once they go, they s...Jim, you made me laugh again. Once they go, they should probably only ever visit again. <br /><br />Jeff, I think your "pressure" was a freudian slip, but thank you. I'm so jealous you still have little ones, even though even just the thought exhausts me.gae polisnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10491813685110351809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-1104667332080226872011-02-17T17:53:22.181-08:002011-02-17T17:53:22.181-08:00Wow, Gae. This really touched me. I makes me grate...Wow, Gae. This really touched me. I makes me grateful for the times I have, and reminds me not to squander the pressure few minutes I have.J. Allen Fielderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06920484225984950584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-33616457027124312642011-02-17T15:22:45.788-08:002011-02-17T15:22:45.788-08:00Gae, missed the pic the first time so scrolled up ...Gae, missed the pic the first time so scrolled up upon reading it wasn't stock...Actually yelped, "Oh sweet Jesus!"...Stand it? You would have to be made of steel to not tear up at the sight of it!garedicanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00869654769594149589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-20470772558899867032011-02-17T14:38:36.190-08:002011-02-17T14:38:36.190-08:00Here's something to really cry about: I have a...Here's something to really cry about: I have a two children who are RETURNING to the nest.James Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03138348790497219357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-33673773244880396412011-02-17T14:26:08.612-08:002011-02-17T14:26:08.612-08:00thank you Gae, and all of you who commented. I'...thank you Gae, and all of you who commented. I'm weeping too. Now I must go treasure some moments with my little ones. for all the chaos and frustration, I can't yet imagine the grief of letting go.Katie Kadwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15585153261722991293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-9937511600286637982011-02-17T14:19:02.841-08:002011-02-17T14:19:02.841-08:00Beautiful post. You see into my heart and remind ...Beautiful post. You see into my heart and remind me of what is precious. <br /><br />And that picture of your boys...so sweet it makes ME teary.Amy Fellner Dominyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02443753580296658999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-50918462198105127382011-02-17T13:54:00.571-08:002011-02-17T13:54:00.571-08:00Cari, that last sentence made me laugh. Thanks. I ...Cari, that last sentence made me laugh. Thanks. I needed that. :)gae polisnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10491813685110351809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-26167552350435481592011-02-17T13:52:03.258-08:002011-02-17T13:52:03.258-08:00Ah don't be sad your book is like a new baby t...Ah don't be sad your book is like a new baby that will change your life. From reading your blogs and chatting with you on twitter I know I can't wait to read your book.<br /><br />Um I don't have kids but I'll go home and remind my nephew not to grow up to quickly ;)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02961095604798548463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-61537043135592436172011-02-17T13:45:47.672-08:002011-02-17T13:45:47.672-08:00why, indeed.
btw, that photo is of my sons. It is...why, indeed.<br /><br />btw, that photo is of my sons. It is not stock. Can you stand it?gae polisnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10491813685110351809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-42818033980755895592011-02-17T13:39:15.247-08:002011-02-17T13:39:15.247-08:00Weeping now with all of you. I don't often get...Weeping now with all of you. I don't often get teary at blogs, but this struck straight to the heart of my everyday and big-picture life. It's elusive, ephemeral, too much and ever not quite enough. Why?????<br />xo BDeb and Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04444390852070865517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-64111649060606461922011-02-17T12:57:24.833-08:002011-02-17T12:57:24.833-08:00Jim and Annette, as your comments have now made me...Jim and Annette, as your comments have now made me cry again, perhaps catharasis was too lofty a goal to attain today. <br /><br />Perhaps today is just meant to be spent with one another in weepy understanding.<br /><br />And for that I am also grateful.gae polisnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10491813685110351809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-41791777386698379512011-02-17T12:53:14.190-08:002011-02-17T12:53:14.190-08:00Gae, I wept reading this...My two and my husband&#...Gae, I wept reading this...My two and my husband's two now, inexplicably at least to me, range in age from 18 to 23. And the simple fact of their advanced age confounds me...that time passed at such a seemingly accelerated rate...that all those ordinary moments, every single one of which I truly treasured, are suddenly assigned to the ages. <br />When my daughter, then 17, headed off to the dorm last September, I soon became aware of new companion that travels with me everywhere...a deep abiding longing to have them all back as they were once...<br />Don't get me wrong, I'm totally aware that things are unfolding as they should. I celebrate their respective achievements daily and wish them futures as bright and as bold as they deserve. But what I wouldn't give for those Friday nights at the bookstore in Toronto where we, an impenetrable little unit, picked out something for the week then headed next door to Starbucks for hot chocolate. <br />While I don't claim to have nailed many things in life, I was always aware that those days would be the ones I would always recall and I, like you, never wished away a second of them...but I'm making up for that now...wishing constantly for them to be back again. Annettegaredicanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00869654769594149589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076911909032996694.post-67450894272865625852011-02-17T12:34:57.692-08:002011-02-17T12:34:57.692-08:00The mixed blessings of being blessed. I struggle w...The mixed blessings of being blessed. I struggle with many of the same feelings. Hang in there, Gae. Spring is coming. And with it, May 10.James Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03138348790497219357noreply@blogger.com