Friday, April 1, 2011

From Russia With Love.

The strangest thing happened to me this morning. I was sitting at the breakfast table, with the girls, as I always do on weekday mornings when Yousuf leaves us to go and earn money so that I can sit at the breakfast table with my girls, in my jammies, and not have anywhere to be, or anything to think about other than the fact that I am grumpy because Yousuf is not around.

Right. So.

The girls and I were sitting down to breakfast, contemplating the dreary day outside, and talking about birdhouses. Why birdhouses, you ask? Well, it's not really important to this story, but if you must know it's because Inara bought a tiny birdhouse with her own savings the other day and she is reallysuperexcited to decorate it, so that lots of birds can come and live inside of it and be warm. The problem is, the birdhouse is tiny. Like it fits into the palm of your hand tiny. So I don't think any actual birds can fit into this birdhouse. But I don't have the heart to break it to her. Or to Nissa, who takes one look at that tiny birdhouse and goes running around the house, arms flapping, yelling at the top of her lungs, "BIIIIIIWWWWD-EEES! COME HOOOOME!".

It's awfully cute. But not, as I said, important to this story.

We were discussing birdhouses, and I was doing that thing that I always do at breakfast. That is, hold a conversation with my children, while holding several virtual conversations online. Because I am a BAD MOTHER. And because it's the only time of the day that I can ensure my children's safety if I half-ignore them. They're sitting right next to me, so there is nothing they can do to hurt themselves or each other (say, like the last time I tried to answer blog comments in the living room and Nissa wandered away into the bathroom and then emptied the entire contents of the trashcan into the toilet. And then tried to fish them all out. I caught her with her face thisclose to going into the water. And that is why I sometimes don't answer blog comments).

Right. So.

I was checking my email, and I noticed a message, but the title of it wasn't in English (English or english? I can never decide). At first I thought it was spam, but when I clicked on it, it absolutely was NOT. But it was in Russian. Odd? Oh, wait. It gets better.

In the contents of that email, I was informed that I had a rather large following of readers. In Russia. I double-checked on that immediately in my blog stats and wouldn't you know it, but it's true! Most of my readers are North American, but there is a rather large Russian readership that up until today, was neglected completely by yours truly (probably because I know nothing about Russia. Sorry, Russian friends!).

And then I was offered a job. From Russia (with love.) Tee hee! I couldn't resist. Sorry again, Russian friends!

The deal is this. I have been offered my first ever paying writing job in real monies. Lots of them, in fact. I'm absolutely shocked that my dream of paid writing might be coming true, even though it's in a rather unconventional way. I will be writing for a Russian publication with a big circulation. I will be writing about, get this...anything I want. I can write about birdhouses, or babies, or the fact that I know absolutely nothing about Russia whatsoever and why am I qualified for this position again WHO CARES WHY?!?!

Because Mama Is Making Money, Baby!

But seriously. I should probably learn more about my targeted audience, right? Does anyone have a really quick primer for me about Russia? I know nothing other than the fact that it's big, it's cold, and they make vodka. And that their capitol building looks like in belongs in a game of Candyland. Oh, come on now. You've been thinking it too!

I'm really excited about this. I have no idea why it has happened to me, or if I'm even qualified for this, but it's huge and amazing, and might just be the break I need to make it to the big time. In Russia. 

I also have no idea how I'm going to balance blogging and writing and birdhouse-ing with the girls, but I'll figure it out, somehow. This is just absolutely amazing, and I am so grateful for the opportunity. I'll end here, but before I go and brush up on my Russian trivia, I thought I'd share the name of the publication with you. I'm having a hard time translating it. Maybe someone out there can help?

It's called:
Попался! Счастливы Апрель Дураки День!

It sounds really cool when you listen to it phonetically. I think that this is going to be so awesome!)
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