"What we do in this life, echoes in eternity."
Maximus, Gladiator
"Our creator would never have made such lovely days, and given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal."
Nathaniel Hawthorne

Thursday, June 24, 2010

You just keep going

2010 will be a year to remember. In the South Africa FIFA worldcup, both former champions and runner-up, Italy and France respectively, are out after the group phase (shocking!) and in Wimbledon, Isner and Mahut played the longest tennis match ever. 11 hours. Give or take a few minutes. A game that spanned over three days. Three days of playing tennis, people! Where do the players get the determination to keep playing? Is there a loser?

Another epic event occurred during the USA game against Algeria. When everyone thought the USA was out of the cup, disappointing again, Landon Donovan rose from the ashes of defeat and scored a goal that in the future will probably be regarded as the turning point of how important futbol is for this country, in spite of what Glenn Beck might say.

And to end my blog post of the week, I can't fail to mention the newest chapter in the fairy tale of Argentine striker Martin Palermo. A 36 year old player who's biggest dream was just being part of the team. A player who was third choice after Milito and Higuain, futbol stars in Italy and Spain. Argentina was playing Greece, in a super tight game. Martin Demichelis had redeemed his mistake in the game against South Korea when he scored the first goal at minute '77. Still, Argentina needed another goal, to breathe in peace and make an almost perfect first round campaign.
Diego Maradona, against his advisors' counsel, gave Martin Palermo the opportunity of going into the pitch at minute '80. Who knew that 10 minutes would be enough to re-write history, to make a whole nation cry of gratitude and emotion?
Maradona told Palermo, "Go in and leave your life." The hero went in, gave his life, and became a Titan, just like his nickname implies. He will go down on the records of history as the oldest guy to debut in the national worldcup team and score a goal.  At minute '89.
What does this all mean? It means that even when you think you're at the end of the road, that your dreams were good dreams, but are just too hard to reach, that you did your best and no one can blame you for giving up, that there's no more hope, think again. There's always hope. You can always do a little more. Who knows? What you thought was your final scene, might be the beginning of the best story of your life.

Monday, June 21, 2010

The First Day of Summer

This is joy. My Swan Princess dancing under the sprinklers' shower celebrating the first day of summer.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

WIFYR and the first week of the Worldcup!

In spite of not running much, I feel like I've ran a marathon, one that lasted for a whole week. The Writing for Young Readers conference was the incentive I needed to take my writing to a new level. The first day, the magnitude of the work ahead of me overwhelmed me. By Wednesday, and because I was in an exhaustion-induced high that seemed to slow time for me, I had an epiphany. If I keep writing, never give up, and implement the tools I acquired during the conference, in the end, my book will be a better book. Critique groups are hard. Baring your soul (that's what my writing means--my soul) in front of people to discuss is a akin to standing naked in front of strangers while they discuss each and every flaw of your body. But it's an essential part if the writing process.
I had the privilege of attending the Contemporary Novel Workshop, taught by Ann Dee Ellis, author of This is What I Did.
The quality of writing and critique in the group was way beyond my expectations. I'm honored for having shared a week surrounded by such talented artists. At the beginning of the week we started with 15 strangers, and by Friday, I felt my companions were part of my family. I expect great things to come from our group. The stories we were working on were funny, romantic, imaginative, and also heart-wrenching, real, life-changing.

                                           The Crying Class: Melanie, Christian, Michelle, Erika, Amy, Lisa
                                                    Me, Cherise, Ann Dee, Angie, Shar, Tony, Alicia and Neil (not in picture: Rebekah)

One of the best parts of the conference was the book signing. My dear friend Julie gave my Gorgeous Boy a ride so he could have his books signed by Brandon Mull (Fablehaven among others) and Dave Farland (where do I start?), two of my son's favorite writers. 

Another awesome thing was meeting Carolyn! C., I'm so sorry I missed our lunch on Friday! I arrived late and our class stayed late too! I'm so sorry. But thank you with all my heart for finding me. I love meeting online friends in real life. At least we know we are real!

And to finish my post, and just because I can't blog and not mention the amazing WorldCup, here's a clip of the game that fed my hope that this year, the Cup might be ours. 4-1!!!!!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Hours away!!!

When I wake up in just a few hours, it will be World Cup time. One whole month of breathing, eating, dreaming futbol. I wish I were in South Africa. But even if mine is the only voice chanting in my neighborhood, I'll always sing to the albiceleste and pray to all the angels of heaven for a victory, for the opportunity to join my voice to my fellow Argentines all over the world as we cheer for our guys. This will be Leo's year. Juan Sebastian's world cup. El Kun's chance to showcase his magic. The Little Chief, Mascherano will make history. Romero, guarding our goal. May no balls breach our goal posts. Carlitos Tevez, the player of the people, will dance his magic steps on the field. Milito, The Titan Palermo, Heinze, all of our guys. This year, the blue and white will be victorious again. Diego, this is your chance to prove the world you can soar higher than in 1986, and be great again, even greater than in Mexico.
I'm so excited for this world cup I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight.

Long Live Las Provincias Unidas del Sur!!!!