Showing posts with label glasses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glasses. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Of query letters, glasses, and trusting God

I sent in a query letter and a sample of my book to an agent last Monday. Which means that it's probably ON HER DESK RIGHT NOW AND SHE'S GOING TO READ IT AND AHHHHH. Sorry. I've been known to occasionally be disproportionately enthusiastic. I just can't help imagining what it would be like for an agent to actually say yes.
Because I'm neurotic and can't stop myself, I've been editing my book like an insane person ever since sending in the query letter. I know that, in theory, you're supposed to have polished a draft to perfection before sending it in, but I don't think that a book is really ever ready until printing. So I've been adding in scenes, cutting out others, and improving the dialogue throughout. Guys. I am so excited about this one. I think it actually stands a chance to get published. Maybe. We'll see, I guess.
This week, I found out that not only am I going to Burundi this summer, but I am also going to go to Guatemala! (Insert happy dance.) God is so awesome. I still don't know how it's going to work out, but that's part of the wonder of it all. It's sort of the same with living on campus. A girl from my Core and I are about 98% sure we're going to live in one of the dorms together next year for the specific purpose of reaching out to the community. At first, I was really hesitant because, as much as I wanted to do it, I had no idea where the money would come from. But I still could really sense God calling me there. I don't really know where the money will come from yet, but if God wants us there then he will provide for us somehow.
Yesterday I got my new glasses in the mail. I was sort of worried because I picked them out in a bad mood due to my yellow fever injection and blurry vision from my eye exam. But they're amazingly nerdy and cute. They're a little crooked, though, and I have to somehow find a way to get to Costco so that they don't drive me crazy.
Oh, and I found out that I'm going to be a conversation partner with an exchange student on campus. Which is awesome and everything, except that it falls on One Day without Shoes (you may remember my post about it last year). So basically I have two choices: 1) give my convo buddy an interesting first impression of Americans and college life in general, or 2) just wear shoes like a Normal Person. Guess which option I'm leaning toward?
Yup. That one.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Oda a mis gafas


I wrote a poem in Spanish and thought I'd post it on here (but no, it does not have a translation, so you'll just have to become bilingual to comprehend my genius).

Oda a mis gafas
Los suéteres se desgastan,
el ambiente eventualmente destruye los pantalones,
y los zapatos no duran para siempre,
pero cada día me pongo las gafas.
Amigos fieles, siempre me ayudan.
Sus montas rectangulares abrazan a sus lentes.
Sus ventanas claras me dan pasamiento al mundo de color.
He perdido el arte de ver.
Paso por las gotas de agua en las hojas de los árboles,
los arcos irises por encima de mi cabeza,
las sonrisas tímidas en las bocas de los desconocidos, 
y los nubes sonrojos.
Mis ojos escogen mirar a las calles, las fechas, y los informes.
No quieren recordar su ceguera,
pero siempre están allí mis gafas.
Amigos sabios, esperan silenciosamente
el momento de recordar.
Tristes sin lágrimas, no dicen nada
mientras camino rápidamente a la clase.
Sienten sin movimiento en mi nariz
cuando cruzo la calle hablando por teléfono.
No me piden nada.
Anticipan que los me ponga
y pare por ver brevemente,
que observe las gotas de agua y los nubes,
y que mire la lluvia con ojos fascinados.
Mis gafas, guías leales, me enseñan silenciosamente
a ver.