Thursday, January 8, 2015

How To Put On Trousers

I am so trying this!

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

A New Year - off with a bang.

Yesterday I woke up to my daughter climbing in bed with me and whispering in a whiney voice (yes, that's possible): "X keeps farting and woke me up." It was 6:20am. I took it as an omen that the day would not pan out to be the great day I had hoped.

The kids went back to school yesterday and I had a plan to get up, get them dressed, fed, teeth brushed, hair combed and styled (Cate thinks I'm a professional hairdresser and asks for off the wall designs daily. Madness), and out the door by 8:15 without yelling, without repeating myself a million times, without iPads or TV. We did get out the door by 8:15 without everything but the repeating myself - in a stern voice that meant business instead of shrieking.

I dropped them off, ran a few errands then went for a hike in the Heath with a friend - always fun. My plan was to get home by 11 do 45 minutes of zumba, eat lunch and then get to work by 12:30 get to work. Which I did. I sat down to 125 emails! That was just overnight! Instead of jumping on them I went down my list, created the night before, to  get the priority things done. By 2pm the phone started ringing because it's 9am in NYC which is where my office is located.

I've received a bunch of new submissions which is great - they are all farmed out to my assistant, interns and readers for first looks which is a huge help. But 8 clients have come up with new ideas, novels, proposals and all of them, every single one of them, sent them withint 5 days of each other - right before the holidays. And now one is very annoyed with me. Not good.

So I'm going through everything, editing proposals, critique writing samples, creating pitch letters, submission lists, getting it together when I hear a hissing noise. Loud, high pitched. That can't be good. But I ignore it because I'm busy. Then I hear water overflowing followed by a toilet flush.


For the next two hours I wrestled with the toilet tank. It's mounted high on the wall and has a pull down lever to flush it. I can't see inside it and it just keep filling up, overflowing then automatically flushing. It's the most annoying thing ever. Between calls to the husband, the land lord and running to the upstairs neighbor to see if he's hoe, I'm putting towels and buckets down. The landlord is sending me emails with picture trying to show me how to turn the water off, but the valve is so painted over, I can't even turn it. Meanwhile, the phone is ringing, my work is piling up and the kids with their nanny will be arriving shortly.

Finally Fen arrived home and managed to put the little ball thing back on the stick in the tank so it will stop overflowing and act normal. The landlord arrives and show me the valve - it was at the floor, not the ceiling (not my mistake) but the part needs to be fixed so we now have one bathroom working in the house until tomorrow. Ah - good way to start the year.

I worked until 1am to make up the lost time but I'm still behind. I need one more day to catch my breath, get everything out to everyone and then I will be good to go.

Let's hope it happens. I've implemented a new plan into my work and so far it seems to be work. It's been three days - so time will tell.

Regardless - HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Friday, November 21, 2014

Worst Work Moment EVER

Today marks one of the worst mess ups in my career. I had a call with one of my clients and a publisher. I had enough time to make it home to my office, but decided instead of hurrying, I'd find a quiet spot at school and take the call on my cell so I could be relaxed. What a  mistake!

My UK mobile (cell) phone couldnt' call the US! It kept getting a recording. Freaking out, I asked to use a friends phone - she couldn't call the US either. I called my husband, had him call my office to call my cell to patch me into the call. They couldn't get through to my mobile either. Some sort of issue with calling from and to UK cell phones. I nearly had a heart attack.

I ran the 1 3/4 miles home to my office in a blind panic, emailing my office to call in to say I was on my way, emails to the client (who is awesome) and the editors (who are also awesome) to say I was sorry and would be right there.

Stupid Blackberry kept freezing under the weight of use and I nearly flung it into oncoming traffic on Finchley road in utter frustration. I was so upset. I am too organized, always professional, always on time, always put my clients first - this was a disaster. Granted I've known one of the editors for over 23 years so he knows me. But my client does not.

I was 20 minutes late. A travesty. Horrific. Awful. Mortifying.

The rest of the call went really well. We hung up and I called my client. She was not happy and I do not blame her one bit. She's a rising star, fabulous, admirable and someone I really want to do well by. And I failed her. She said her piece - which I deserved and I apologized again. I know that her faith in my is broken.

While others might wither from this, I will rise to the challenge and go even further to assure her project will be amazing. I will get her a great deal come hell, high water or cell phone issues.

But once we hung up I was exhausted. So disappointed in the day.

Definitely wine tonight. Back in the saddle tomorrow.

Heavy sigh.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

10 Most Influential Books

I was challenged on Facebook for the 10 book challenge: I had to list the top 10 books (or book series) that have affected me in some way after reading them. Then I had to list 10 friends who are supposed to do the same. This is not a list of the best books I've ever read, just a few that have stuck with me for years. Here they are. 

1. Bobbsey Twins series: my mother read these to my brother and sisters before bedtime for years. It is one of my fondest childhood memories.

2. Enid Blyton's The Famous Five and Secret Seven series. I devoured these as a kid. Couldn't get enough of them! I loved her other series, but these two were the biggest influences.

3. Lost in the Everglades by Lucy Salamanca. My mom took a break from the Bobbsey twins to read this to us. It was so intriguing - about a young boy lost in the Everglades having to use survival tactics to make it out alive. It was terrifying and fascinating at the same time. I've always been interested in survival type books/shows since.

4. Forever, by Judy Blume. I think this was a right of passage for all teenage girls in the 80's. However, I still giggle whenever I meet anyone named Ralph.

5. Skye O'Malley by Bertrice Small. My first foray into adult romance. It was utter trash - long, epic, overdone but full of sex. I read it at 16 and thought it was the greatest book ever. Read it years later and couldn't get through it! Met Ms. Small at the Long Island Romance Writer's tea years ago and told her how much the book meant to me as a teen. She said she hears that a lot!

6. Trinity by Leon Uris. My mother let me read this when I was 15. It was the first adult book I ever read. There was no going back to kid books afterward. I loved it. Ironically, years later I ended up being Leon Uris' editor on his book A God In Ruins. I had great conversations with Leon during our many hours of editing, his rewriting and chatting. It's one of the great perks of my job!

7. Anthem by Ayn Rand. Also read as a teenager. I thought it was fascinating. Couldn't get into her other books.

8. Suffer the Children by John Saul. I read a few of his books the summer when I was 15, quickly followed by a few Stephen Kings and finally The Amityville Horror. I haven't read any horror since. That was enough! Didn't sleep all summer!

9. Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt. I was lucky enough to read this as a manuscript for another editor when I was at S&S. it was un-put-downable. Another perk of being in this industry. Met him at a book signing with his brother, Malachy. That was a thrill.

10. This is a little different. I read The Bridges of Madison County when I moved to NYC. It was THE book of the year and everyone was talking about it. I hated it. HATED it. (loved the movie though, go figure). In an interview at a publishing house I was asked if I would have bought the book if I was an editor. I struggled to answer honestly but did. The interviewer laughed and said he passed on it too. I didn't get the job and worried I would make an awful editor.

I'm nominating anyone who wants to do this. Just save the link to your top 10 in my comment pages. I'd love to hear what books influenced you!


Friday, August 15, 2014

The Rubbish Wars

That's my new neighbor. Ain't he lovely? Okay, Gerard Butler is NOT my new neighbor, but the guy next door has waged a war against me and a few of the other people in my building. Over rubbish bins!

They kept putting their rubbish bin between our doors. I didn't like it initially but didn't want to start anything so I put up with having their garbage at my front door for a while. Some new people moved in upstairs and started moving the bins over to their side. They kept moving them back. I watched with mild amusement until this week.

The whole where-to-put-the-bin debacle got out of control.  When I left to take the kids to swim club this morning the bin was pushed near our front door. So I straightened it out and went on my way. When we got back three hours later, the bin was directly in front of our door. I had to move it to get it. I put it back between the doors where it's been for weeks.

About 20 minutes later I went outside to put recycling out and the bin was back directly in front of our door. I realized someone was moving it on purpose. I was so annoyed! I put it back between the doors and went inside.

An hour later my seven year old daughter said, "Mommy, some man put the bin across our door." I opened the front door of the building and saw this:

Really? I mean, seriously? He laid it across the front door. I was completely annoyed. I picked it up, put it back and then called Camden Council and had a long 40 minute chat with them. No, I didn't want to press charges, but, yes, I did want my neighbors to stop fighting over the stupid rubbish bins and I certainly wanted them to leave me OUT of their little rubbish war.

An hour later, the bin was being wheeled down the street by Camden (at least I think it was Camden). It's gone. War over.

Mind you this was a fight between 40+ year old men and women. The neighbors wanted to keep their rubbish on our property, we didn't want them to. So they became childish and kinda loopy loco about it.

With everything going on in my life, this was the last thing I wanted to deal with today. But it's done. And, unlike my English, passive agressive neighbors on both sides of the war, if anyone asks what happened, I will be very happy to tell them I had the stupid thing removed.

I've realized people do not grow up. Pettiness, competitiveness, jealousy, ugly - it follows people into adulthood. Ugh. Thank goodness I'm getting too old to care about any of it.

Secretly, I'm glad it over and I won't have to step over rubbish bins anymore!!

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Stopping to Smell the Roses

This is my little monkey, X. He's four and a half now. He's the sweetest little fellow but oh, my, what a wanderer. I'm thrilled he has a sense of curiousity and loves to explore, climb trees, check out every walkway, etc. I don't want to squash his need to explore which I find really difficult. He climbs trees! He wants to walk down alleys to 'check it out', he's not afraid to inspect spider webs in search of big spiders. It drives me crazy.

Our walk to school was starting to take forever. It's a 10 minute walk on my own but with X it was turning into 30+ minutes as he liked to dawdle, skip, check out bugs, etc. It was quickly becoming a chore for me and I hated it.

So instead of continuing to tell him to get a move on, we'd be late, etc. I thought it might be better if we made a game of it. We race from one spot to another and I time us. Or we have a dinosaur hunt along Finchley road. White trucks are T-rexes. There are safey zones, we have invisiblity shields that only charge when we run fast, and there are 'safety buses' (if  double decker bus drives by it blocks the dinosaurs sight). He LOVES it. This is his favorite game.

But then there are days he doesn't feel like playing. Those are the days we take a longer route to stop and smell the roses. There is one particular street that has rows and rows of beautiful roses the entire length. It's a mansion block and has dozens of rosebushes in all colours of the rainbow. They smell glorious.

My little man and I stop to smell the roses. He picks which one he wants - he takes a sniff (after checking for bugs - this is ME we're talking about here) and then he lets me know what it smells like. His favourite scents: apple juice, vanilla, oranges and lemons. He always picks a winner for me to take a sniff of. It takes a little longer, but it's so worth the nice time I have with him. He loves it, I love it, and he's gaining an appreciation of flowers. He knows that we do not pick the roses, we leave them for everyone to enjoy.

It reminds me of when I was pregant with Cate, back in Brooklyn, 7 years ago. I ran most mornings for years and in the spring and summer when the roses bloomed, I'd stop at one particular building in Carroll Gardens that had the most gorgeous roses. I always stopped to take whiff. They never disappointed. When I was heavily pregant with Cate and freshly on maternity leave to wait for her arrival, I would walk every morning with Fen just to get out and about. We'd go by that house and I'd smell the roses. One morning, when I was alone, I walked up and there was an elderly gentleman out cutting roses off one of the farther bushes inside the garden. Disappointed I couldn't take my daily sniff, I walked by. But he called me back and handed over a huge bouquet.

He said to me, "No one enjoys my roses more than you do. I've watched you come by here for years. You've never once picked a rose, just smelled them. I thought you'd like to take a few of them home with you for a change. I have a feeling you won't be able to make it back for a while."

I was so surprised, slightly embarrassed and delighted at the same time. He told me people often pick the roses, but rarely do people just admire them. It was one of the nicest things a stranger has ever done for me. I never saw him again, but I had a feeling he saw me enjoying his roses again for another two years before we moved.

Roses are my favorite flowers for scent. I really like peonies, freesia, and a bunch of other flowers, but nothing beats a rose. I'm glad that X agrees. We only have two and a half weeks of walk to nursery school together. I plan to relish my walks with my little man. This time means so much to me. In September he goes to big-boy school with his sister. I'll miss it.