“Well, I guess that means we can’t see the stars, because we don’t have our own grass.” The moment I spoke the words, I saw how ridiculous they were.
Once we got back to our place, I laid out one of our blankets on the shared lawn. Li’l D rested his head on my tummy and we looked up on at the moon together.
“Yeah! And there are one two three four five six lotsa lotsa lotsa more stars!”
Turns out you don’t need your very own lawn to lay down and enjoy sharing the night sky with a little one.
Jess (Sapphire & Rain) and I go way, way back, at least as far as my personal blogging timeline is concerned. I was only a few months into blogging when Jess made me my very own blogging award: the Double Trouble Blogger Award for “witty and insightful writing.” Although I loved her before that, I loved her eleventy billion times more when I looked at the quirky icon she’d made just for me. Sixteen months later, it still makes me smile.
“Takes one to know one!” is what I thought both then and now–now that I think of her foremost as a friend and secondarily a blogger. Her thoughts in both spheres continue to entrance me, and it’s my hope Jess and I will have a lot of years of conversation ahead, both on and off of our blogs.
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Past, present and imperfection
In the fall of 1998, I was eighteen years old and not yet motivated enough to get my driver’s license. My slightly older boyfriend drove me around most of the time, but on some days he was unavailable. My dad was usually at work. So on those days, I had to walk to my job.
It wasn’t a big deal, really. I applied for that job because it was within walking distance. I didn’t want to have to rely on anyone for transportation– a wise choice. It took about ten minutes to walk from my house to work on the other side of the highway. I just hated crossing the parking lot of the furniture store.
Something about that store spooked me, but I didn’t know what it was. I gazed into the windows every time I walked past; there was a beautiful ivory and blue striped sofa that I wanted to buy when I finally moved out on my own. Maybe when I was ready to make a purchase, I would be brave enough to venture inside. The thought of my future apartment kept my mind occupied as I rushed across the often empty lot and past a dumpster that sat under the dark shade of a thick oak tree. By the time I reached the office supply store where I worked, the eerie feelings had left me. Read more…
Chain letters usually go straight to my spam filter, but when I received an invitation to participate in a chain blog, my curiosity was piqued. Its sender was Sara Burr, a writer and blogger who captivates me with her eloquence and thoughtfulness. I haven’t had a chance to read her first novel yet, but you can bet I’m looking forward to it!
With two days of editing my newest book under my belt, this chain blog was perfectly timed to get me thinking both about what it is and what I want it to be. It’s also got me wondering. I know we’re not supposed to play favorites with our children, but is it OK to favor certain of our books over others? Because it’s possible–not certain, mind you, just possible–that I enjoy this one a heck of a lot more than the ones that preceded it. Maybe. A little.
What is the working title of your book?
Elelu. It’s not the most descriptive working title, granted, but I’m still early in the process!
Where did the idea come from for the book?
It came from my idea box from younger years. I had a night dream that jarred that old idea loose and got to daydreaming up what the story would look like if I wrote it today. Then, without too much delay, I got to writing.
What genre does your book fall under?
Urban fantasy. I’d also classify it as Young Adult, but my fiancee, Ba.D., is fighting me on that one: “Everything is YA right now! It’s a meaningless classification. Just go with what it really is.”
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
I’m way too early in the process to start playing that game! Right now, I want to stay true to my characters as they are instead of envisioning who else they might be.
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
When the sole survivor of mermaid genocide lands in her lap, loner Abigail must decide not only what she believes in but how far she’s willing to go to save someone else.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
Independently published. Although there are pros and cons to each, I’m much more interested in creative control than traditional publishing at this point.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
About four months, excluding the month I took off.
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
This question had me stumped until I started reading Necromancing the Stone last night. So far, it’s similar to that book’s predecessor (Hold Me Closer, Necromancer) in tone and pacing.
Who or what inspired you to write this book?
My fiancee inspired me. When I had the dream that got me thinking about writing my old story, I described that dream in depth to Ba.D., who told me that sounded like a book he’d love to read. Over the next couple of weeks, I told Ba.D. what I was thinking and asked for his input when I encountered any logic or plot hurdle I couldn’t seem to jump by myself. With his encouragement, I moved from thinking about the story to actually writing it.
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
I grew up poor, but not so poor that my mom couldn’t cough up gas money to take one of her barely-running cars to the Oregon coast every year or two. Those coast trips brought me a sense of possibility. In Elelu, I’ve captured the feelings of hope and home that imagining the ocean continue to evoke in me. I’ve done this within an exciting story full of characters you might not always agree with but whom I think you’d probably enjoy grabbing a cup of coffee.
Click here to learn a little more about Elelu. Otherwise, please mosey on over to visit the next link in the chain, my friend E.L. Farris. Her heartbreaking yet inspirating first novel, Ripple, will hopefully be out in time for Christmas.
Oh, god. I look terrible. I can’t post any of these.
This was my first thought when I looked at the trick-or-treating pictures my fiancee, Anthony, sent me shortly after we returned home. Not, “Oh, geez! My son is the cutest little dragon ever!” or “What a pair we make!”
I look terrible.
I indulged the thought for only a minute or two before I saw the pictures for what they really represented: my son’s first experience trick-or-treating. Since he had refused to don his dragon costume unless I, too, donned one, I had thrown on whatever I could find and left with my bedragoned son. Trick-or-treating with him was even more magical than trick-or-treating for my own candy as a child, and it was with that magic in my heart that I said, screw it.
I posted one of the pictures. Read more…