Upsy Daisy

June 17, 2008

When you find yourself on the floor after a good kicking, you have a choice. Get up, get on and get even – or lie there and moan piteously.

I must admit my natural inclination is to lie still and not even bother with the moaning, though I might work up to the odd faint whimper now and again if left for long enough. But, thank God, I have children, and luckily they are bolshy types who know when my mind is not on the job and have now insisted that enough is enough and that I must stop flopping around the place like the before picture in a plastic surgery ad and do something useful. So up I get, wash the boot marks off my face, shrug my shoulders and straighten that spine.

Things are going to change around here. No more concessions, no more conciliation. No more guilt. No more …. er, income. And what on earth do I do next?

I’m rather off The Secret after recent events. The Louis Vuitton handbags seem to be as firmly stuck in the post as Winnie the Pooh was in the rabbit hole, and other events seem to have shown me little of the universe’s abundance, unless it is an abundance of crap, and a surprising absence of cosmic loo paper to clean it all up with.

But I have my lovely children, cat and house, which are all anyone could really want, and on top I’ve still got my book being published, which is as gorgeous as possible. Nothing Mr X can do about that, ha! Although perhaps I shouldn’t say that …..no, no, I must think positive. I really, really don’t think he can stop it happening. Fingers crossed. And I’ve got plenty of material for another book, as my lovely cyberchums have pointed out. Thank you so much to everyone for your comments, which really have kept me going. True Love is also leaving me lots and lots of time and space to write hundreds of new books in and generously, if inadvertently, providing tons of inspiration, too.

And there are other hopeful little signs of regeneration, like the writing club I’ve just joined, with a cast of characters who are all too delicious not to write about.

Of course, I wouldn’t be able to see any of this if I carried on lounging around in the gutter. No view at all from down there, I’ve noticed. So there’s really no choice. Up I get. On I go.

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  • rosiero June 17, 2008 at 4:33 am

    I think when you have children, they do give you strength and reason to go on, despite the hiccups on the way. Do hope things look up for you soon.

  • slippers June 17, 2008 at 10:18 am

    I have a feeling all will be ok infact im sure it wiil.The thing with the cosmos chit chat is that you have to keep at it i think xxx
    When i can i buy copy of book

  • Anonymous June 17, 2008 at 11:27 am

    i can empathise with your difficulties and know dulwich quite well .you are a very entertaining writer and seem to turn hardship into humour.could easily be next jk rowling .

  • Nunhead Mum of One June 17, 2008 at 12:50 pm

    I’m identifying with every post I’ve read today!

    My mum used to say to me “you either sit there moaning or you get up and do something about it”. When I was younger, she allowed me an hour or so to wallow – something that I’ve taken with me throughout life. Once my Wallowing Hour is up I’m up and about again.

  • Potty Mummy June 17, 2008 at 2:25 pm

    It’s so tempting to wallow – but it feels so much better not to. I suggest you listen to Ali in the Jungle by The Hours (check it out on u-tube) – it always puts a spring in my step. Any song that begins ‘It’s not how you start, it’s how you finish’ is OK by me. Though must admit the last time I recommended it to someone in the cyber world she wasn’t keen, so who knows? I love it, in any case. And guess what – it’s great to exercise to. Though maybe it’s just me who needs the motivation there…

  • DulwichDivorcee June 17, 2008 at 2:58 pm

    Dear Rosiero, how right you are. What would we do without the little dears and their insatiable demands, er, sweet capricious ways!?

    Slippers, you are such a comfort. I will try to keep it up, though beginning to fear the cosmos is a bit hard of hearing. Louis Vuitttttooonnnn haaandbaaaag! There – can’t be long now ….

    Anon, how lovely you are and such a salve to my wounds. Isn’t Dulwich fab?

    Dear NMO, your Mum was so right. But can I have two hours, please?

    PottyMummy, what a great idea, I will see if I can find the tune on that YouTube thingy – could do with a jolly ditty I must say!

  • (Very) Lost in France June 17, 2008 at 3:47 pm

    Well done, DD. That’s the spirit. Nil illegitimi carborundum, or more correctly, Noli nothis permittere te terere.

    When’s the book out? VLiF

  • DulwichDivorcee June 18, 2008 at 1:11 am

    Hi VLiF, I got the first one, but my O level 400 years ago is not up to decoding the second …think I get the spirit, though, and thank you! The book is out in autumn 09 and in German – not that that should be a problem for a polyglot like you x

  • Brussels Blogger June 18, 2008 at 2:32 am

    Everyone knows that censorship is the precursor to great things (and a lot of publicity). Your agent need to get busy.

  • DulwichDivorcee June 18, 2008 at 3:06 am

    You won’t believe it, dear Brussels, but I haven’t worked up the courage to tell my agent about the whole debacle. I feel really guilty that I’m letting him down. Back to therapy I think …..

  • (Very) Lost in France June 26, 2008 at 3:43 pm

    DD, I forgot to answer your Latin question. Nil illigitimi carborudum is generally thought to mean don’t let those jolly nasty people who were born out of wedlock get you down but in fact carborundum isn’t even a latin word. It’s a graphite type substance used for grinding I believe. Noli nothis permittere te terere is actually a closer translation. A poly what? Oh, polyglot! Hmm, Mein deutsch ist nicht sehr gut! VLiF