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Book Launch Countdown (or Am I There Yet?)

Today is Thursday. It occurred to me last week that I happen to be Thursday’s Child. For those of you who have never come across the rhyme, it goes like this:

Monday’s child is fair of face.
Tuesday’s child is full of grace.
Wednesday’s child is far from woe (some say full but I prefer the positive version).
Thursday’s child has far to go.
Friday’s child is loving and giving.
Saturday’s child works hard for his living.
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

You can see why the rhyme may have sunk into oblivion, but I’m not going into that today.

As a child, I remember having a discussion with my sisters about our particular days of birth. It was agreed that I fit the Thursday’s child mold although the reason why escapes me now. It’s quite possible that we arranged whatever factual odds and ends we had to suit our version of who we were (or wanted to be!). It’s rather like those personality tests that we love to take. If the outcome is to our liking, then it’s  hastily shared with a degree of smugness and self-satisfaction. If, however, the outcome proves to be undesirable, we just take the test again, convinced we missed out on certain details that affected the outcome.

And so, for the longest time, I was of the idea that I would go to many places, do many things, learn many things. Then the whole business of growing up happened and the rhyme, along with the promise, faded away. Then last week, it resurfaced as I was trying to do some mental housekeeping. The flurry of activities that had me juggling projects was responsible for the sudden onset of this housekeeping. I had dodged the hurry-hurry-ding-ding kind of living only for it to catch up when my dream of having my very own published children’s book finally happened.

An aside: Which proves that you have to work to make your dreams come true. As John Whitney (delightfully played by Mike Myers in View From the Top) said, “You have to get off your ass to make a buck.”

So am I there yet? Maybe “there” is the operative word. Taken within the context, it points to the end of  the journey. If I had done this years ago, before the age of Indie publishing, hashtags, likes, tweets, etc., that may well have been the case. But it isn’t that way anymore. Getting the book accepted by a publisher is just one leg of the journey. The next leg is another adventure altogether!

Consider this, then, an invitation. Do join me tomorrow on The Pink Net when Erin is finally launched. There will be no champagne or pastries, but there will certainly be some giveaways both from myself and my fellow authors at the Anchor Publishing Group. It will be a celebration of the next chapter in this adventure made more special because you’ll be there sharing it with me!

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Happy Finds

Launch date of my book, Erin, is looming up ahead and in spite of the lists I’ve managed to write and rewrite, it looks like I’ve not successfully squashed every bit of anxiety that’s nagging away at me. But this post isn’t about sharing the anxiety. Best to focus on good things and this weekend came with a couple of them.

The first happy find was a little contraption that maybe not many of you might appreciate. I had been sewing a little skirt for my niece’s little girl that required loads of ruffling. Skirts are not hard to sew. Neither are ruffles. But making the ruffles can take forever and no matter how small that skirt is, the ruffles (specially if they come in tiers) can certainly hog most of your day. Then I sewed up a simpler skirt for myself that I posted on my Happify.com page. The ruffles were more sedate and made up only the bottom part of the hem. It still look longer than I thought. That’s when I remembered seeing an attachment for sewing machines that made ruffles.

the sedate ruffles

That sparked the urge to go to Joanne’s. I wasn’t sure if they even had it and I had forgotten to check online. But a visit to Joanne’s is always a treat (at least for me–the hubby makes sure to bring his music or a tablet to keep himself entertained while I’m inspecting bolts of fabric or skeins of yarn that I’ve convinced myself I need). After a detour along the “special cotton fabrics on sale” aisle, I worked my way to the notions area. And there it was! The ruffling contraption thing! I asked one of the ladies if it’d work on any sewing machine and she said it probably would since it was a generic brand for as long as it wasn’t on a quilting machine.

I have not tried it out yet as this was the weekend I announced on Facebook that I would be working on the floor cloth that’s about to have a birthday (truth be told, it’s probably had one already but my brain doesn’t process time lines very efficiently).

Next happy find was yesterday. It was also the first outdoor Sunday Mass at the Lourdes Grotto Shrine – pilgrimage season opens in May. It was a sunshine and cool breezes day and we were thinking of where to have lunch. As we passed through Bantam, we decided to take a peek at the Arethusa Farm store. There was a sign that said “Butter like it used to taste.” Who can resist that? I had resolved to stay away from butter since I’ve been trying to avoid all kinds of dairy but while I can easily resist meat and sodas and alcohol, it’s never been quite the same with butter. Butter and I are friends!

The store smelled like milk. I don’t particularly like milk. I feel that should be said upfront. But this milk smell conjured up the kind of deliciousness that you know comes from something fresh and real, something that couldn’t possibly be in a carton on a supermarket shelf. If you’re from Manila, you might think of the pastillas de leche made from carabao’s milk and that’s not even close! We walked out of there with a pint of mint chip ice cream and some cultured butter.

Fast forward to later that afternoon in the apartment (we did find a place to eat but I’m going to save that for the next post because The Bantam Inn Seafood Restaurant will need more than just a blurb). It wasn’t long before the ticking of the oven toaster told me someone couldn’t wait to taste the butter! I could still feel lunch so I just ventured a sampling.

My resolve to stay away from butter dwindled into a fast-fading memory. A lot of happy in that butter!

Now back to prepping for the book launch. If you still haven’t heard, take a peek here.