"Biting Back takes a compelling look at self-care, setting boundaries, and protecting ourselves from friends, loved ones, enemies, and sometimes even ourselves. Written in a page-turning and warm style, Claudia’s refreshing addition to the self-help shelves offers empowering solutions to effectively remind us to stop inviting troubleinto our homes and souls." -- MELODY BEATTIE, NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF CODEPENDENT NO MORE































Monday

Someone To Watch Over Me, Part I







watch⋅er:  [woch-er] –noun
1. a person who watches or who keeps watch.


From Dictionary.com




Watch⋅er: [woch-er] - noun
1. For every vampire slayer or group of vampire slayers, there is a mentor or advisor – someone who knows all there is to know about vampires and vampire slaying. The slayer may be the “vampire extinguisher,” so to speak, but he or she is usually not what you'd call the “vampire scholar.” That job belongs to the Watcher.


In the movie Bram Stoker's Dracula, that guy was the strangely likable Dr. Abraham VanHelsing (shown above, with heads), and in the television series, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, it was a cute librarian named Rupert Giles (also shown above, with Buffy).

from The Practical Vampire Slayer, by Me




In case you've never heard this before: 12-step groups have this totally brilliant practice of suggesting to their newcomers that they find and enlist the help of a "sponsor" -- of someone who has experience with the 12-steps of the recovery program and who will offer their personal experience and support to the newcomer as they are getting the hang of their recovery program.
Good sponsors do more than that, though: beyond the experience they share, they also supply a kind of practical love and support that most of us in recovery have no idea how much we need. In my own case, I cannot imagine how I would have navigated those early years of recovery by myself. There was just no way.


And sponsors are not just for newcomers, either: they are members who, for any other member, are there to bounce their thoughts off of, to safely and confidentially air their complaints to, to offer another point of view from their own, and to help them apply the principles of recovery (12 steps) to their lives.


The first time I ever consciously asked someone to train and watch over me was when I joined a 12-step group. I won't say I'd never enlisted the help of advisers in my life before then, but I will say that I had never before in my life been so open to really listening to the experience of others as it might apply to my own life. Until that time I was more the kind of person who, when other people were talking, would be impatiently preparing for my own turn to speak. So I almost never heard what other people were saying, except how it might pertain to how I could either contradict them or say it better.


What a joy I was!


This way of living: to identify and ask for help from one who knows the road I'm travelling better than I works so well for me that it has spilled over into just about every area of my life. I've got sponsors all over the place - only now, as a practical vampire slayer - I call them my "Watchers."

One of them is my friend Jennifer, who, a few months ago when I could not get myself out of bed to finish my book's first draft by its deadline, made a tentative diagnosis of "book flu," and came running with soup, tea, a bread so deliciously unique I don't even know what it's called, and a commitment to share her experience (and considerable expertise) with me that day until we got the thing finished. So besides being one of my best friends, she is also my Writing Watcher.

When I got my diagnosis of cancer and went to see a doctor who'd been recommended to me by the woman who'd diagnosed my cancer, I found and adopted another kind of Watcher, this one to watch over my cancer. Not only did I trust her because of her obvious confidence, but also because she told me something that I'm not sure she even remembers today: she told me, "I know you." And did she ever.
That's happened to me maybe once before in my life -- a girl in my 7th grade class named Lisa Whittet had my number so fast it made my head swim. And we didn't even hang out together! But she knew me - just like this doctor did.
Cancer is definitely one of those things you need a good Watcher for - as most of us, never having had cancer before, are pretty quick to admit. In other cases though: maybe not so fast. And that's what we're going to talk about in Part II of this post: about those other less desperate cases - where we need our Watchers badly, only, for some reason, we don't know it.


Note: These posts are dedicated to Dr. Loren Rourke: Surgeon, Watcher, and Promise-Keeper extraordinaire.







Saturday

Claud The Obscure



Whew. It felt like I was going to disappear entirely there for a while - but I didn't - and little by very little, each hour and day, I've been coming back a little stronger and a bit more distinct.

I've been working on getting well and on writing whenever I've been well enough to - on my book, obviously: not the blog. And as a result I am now approaching my first real rewrite of The Practical Vampire Slayer and have a date with my editor to discuss the revisions on Monday. I'm so glad - this is exactly what I'd hoped for: the guidance and expertise of my publishing team to help me make it the best it can be. Who could ask for more?


Thank God for brave and innovative publishers (Llewellyn)! Thank God for patient, hardworking, and brilliant agents who know exactly what to say and when to say it (Jacky Sach) and for creative-as-hell, understanding-as-Gandhi and sharp-as-tacks editors (Carrie Obry)!

Oh, and thank God for friends who bring books on editing, packages of fortifying tea and treats, their impossibly-invaluable experience and love, and most of all themselves (Jennifer Graf Groneberg) to save me when I've become convinced that I'm not a writer, never have been, and never will be.


So things are good: my health is improving by teeny-tiny tenths of points (if you're a reader of blood work, that is), and with the help of an incredible family, unbelievable friends and support everywhere I turn, I now have a manuscript worth editing - which is exactly what I was shooting for.

So now, it's time to get back to blogging, too. See ya around the web.

Oh, and by the way: hello! How's that for an ending?

Claudia
xoxoxox