End of Summer Review

Gentle readers, it feels like this summer has fairly flown by. I kept waiting for the Oklahoma summer heat to hit us, and now that it has, everybody is going back to school. The days have been filled with kiddie pools, treks to the park, dragging the toddlers to the library, and an [un]healthy dose of Braum’s shakes and Sonic slushes. But now that August is more than halfway over and I am wishing for bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils, I look back and realize that I did manage to get a lot of book-ish things done this summer. Maybe not all the things I was planning, but when all’s said and I done, I can’t complain. Behold:

Summer opened with the release of my newest short story, Starcrossed, which you can purchase for your Kindle, Nook, or other e-reader for only 99c!

With that story out of the way, I was able to focus on the second edition of Diving In (Grover Cleveland Academy 2) with its shiny new cover that matches the new cover of Into the Flames!

Diving In_cover_Redo

In June I beta read a novel for a friend and also edited a short story of hers, which is now out in the digi-verse, if you want to check it out. I really like editing and it was good to get some done for someone else, even if it was just for a short story. (Pssst, don’t forget I am available for all your editing needs!)

Somehow I managed to write on a number of different projects, and it’s kept my creative spirits high. Even when I’m not writing, I am thinking about the characters and plot lines. Here’s what’s been on the forefront of my mind the past three months.

  • Lightning and Fire, my fourth Tale from Pocatello, is coming along nicely. I’m in part three (of three)!
  • Julia v. David  will probably never be published, but I like to work on it in my spare time.
  • To See Clearly, Grover Cleveland Academy book three, is nearing completion. On this draft, anyway. I’m in chapter nine (of thirteen)!
  • Ground Zero, my sixth Tale from Pocatello, is starting to take shape. Last week it was merely a vague concept of a story I wanted to write, and now it’s got a backstory, two main characters, and five thousand words of plot! I’m really excited about this short story. Hopefully I will continue to be excited about it until its publication, which may not be for a couple of years.

In addition to all this writing, editing, and publishing, I’ve also read some stuffs! I’ll go ahead and brag. You can read all my book reviews on my Goodreads profile.

  • Someday, Someday, Maybe by Lauren Graham
  • Cinder (Lunar Chronicles 1) by Marissa Meyer
  • Scarlet (Lunar Chronicles 2) by Marissa Meyer
  • Cress (Lunar Chronicles 3) by Marissa Meyer
  • Summer Knight (Dresden Files 4) by Jim Butcher
  • Green Arrow: The Longbow Hunters (It’s a comic, but it totally counts!)
  • The Topic of Serpents (Lady Trent Memoir 2) by Marie Brennan
  • Only Human (Doctor Who) by Gareth Roberts
  • EarthWorld (Doctor Who) by Jacqueline Rayner

And that’s my list of what I’ve done this summer! What did you create? Did you read any good books by the pool? Make a fort and create a new fantastical world? Try a new recipe? Let me know!

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Starcrossed, Available Now!

starcrossed-finals-type copy

 

Gentle readers, you need to do me a favor and check out my new short story. It’s available for Kindle here for only 99 cents. In my humble opinion, it is pretty great. I really enjoyed writing it, and I think you will enjoy reading it. It’s only 27,000 words, so you can probably read it in a few hours. Great for summer reading! The synopsis is below.

Earth is exhausted, drained dry by the constant demands of humanity. In a desperate bid to save mankind, the best and brightest of the population join with a genetically engineered set of superhumans and fling themselves toward the stars in hopes of finding a new home.
But even in the midst of humanity’s Exodus to the void, individuals lead the way. Michael, the feckless and guilt-ridden stowaway; and Jamie, engineer, mechanic, and inventor of the ship’s interstellar drives, find themselves thrust together. Forced to rely only on each other for survival, they soon discover the universe is a lot weirder than they ever expected.

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20 Things I’ve Learned in My 20’s (so far)

I might be on the tail end of this fad, but here I am. Here’s a list of twenty things I’ve learned in my twenties. And since I’m only twenty-six, I probably have a lot left to learn. I’ll let you know when I do.

  1. Apparently, once you graduate, nobody really cares what your GPA was.
  2. You don’t have to spend thousands of dollars to have an amazing, memorable wedding.
  3. Poor planning can make a trip miserable. But having a special person who just laughs at your poor planning can make it not as miserable.
  4. You don’t have to spend hundreds of dollars to have an amazing, memorable vacation. Or you can spend hundreds of dollars and also have an amazing, memorable vacation.
  5. You don’t have to take years to decide you are ready for children. But you may have to wait years after you decide you are ready to actually have children.
  6. If you know what you want out of life, work as hard as you can to get it. You may have to work really, really, hard, but it will be worth it.
  7. Working hard for something when you’re a grownup isn’t like studying hard for a test in college. And it mostly involves making phone calls you don’t want to make and signing lots of repetitive forms.
  8. Sometimes you can work as hard as you can, and you will still fail. Either because of yourself, or because of other people, or because of something else out of your control. It just happens. Life isn’t fair.
  9. You must resign yourself to the fact that you will never get to sleep in past eight o’clock.
  10. If you can resign yourself to the fact that you will never sleep in past eight o’clock, taking care of one child isn’t that hard.
  11. Taking care of two children is kinda hard.
  12. You are not perfect, so your children are not going to be perfect. Probably far from it.
  13. Letting your child roll off the bed once or twice is not going to kill her. But you should try to learn from your mistakes and not put her on the bed again.
  14. Being mad at someone is not nearly as rewarding as snuggling with him. So tell him you’re sorry, even if you don’t think you are wrong.
  15. If you don’t want something that your significant other does want, tell your significant other. It’s better to talk (or argue) about it than to go along with something you don’t want to do and secretly be mad about it the whole time.
  16. You can’t be good at everything, but you can be really, truly good at at least one or two things, so focus on that.
  17. There is such a thing as too much ice cream.
  18. Coffee is wonderful.
  19. Being a nerd is awesome.
  20. Watching your children turn into nerds is one of the funnest experiences ever.
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To See Clearly: An Excerpt

It’s been almost a year since I published GCA2: Diving In. I’ve been working on the third installment on and off since then, and I’d like to say that I’m close to publishing it as well, but alas. That would be a lie. Id like to tell you that I haven’t posted on this blog for four months because I’ve been steadily working on GCA3. Alas, that would also be a lie.

But I have been working on it rather steadily for the past few weeks, and I’m feeling confident that I will get there, and that this book will be finished soon. -ish.

You all have been waiting so very patiently for me to finish, though, and I’d like to thank you all for that. Therefore, here is an excerpt of GCA3: To See Clearly so you can get an idea of where this story is headed. I hope you enjoy it.

And SURPRISE! it’s not another story about Rahab at Grover Cleveland. The main character is Bracken Carnegie and the story is set two years before GCA1: Into the Flames.

B is for Bracken

B is for Bracken

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Bracken got up and went to Analiese’s room. He rapped on her door and waited for her cheerful “come in” even though he could see through the door that she was just sitting on her bed. She had already changed out of her uniform and was wearing a Flogging Molly shirt and pajama pants.

Bracken sat down on her desk chair and propped his Converse up on the edge of her bed.

“Hey, there, stranger,” Analiese said. “What’s up with you?”

“I thought you wanted to talk about cheerleading camp.”

“Oh, what happens at cheerleading camp stays at cheerleading camp,” Analiese replied glibly. “I want to know if you found anything to do around here for the past two weeks while I was gone.”

“As much as usual,” he said. He thought about telling her about the tattoo, which was constantly reminding him of its existence with its itching, but he hadn’t gotten it to show off. It was there to remind himself that beneath the surface, he was different. That he would always be different. And that was something even Analiese wouldn’t understand.

“What are you thinking about?” Analiese asked, leaning over to scrutinize him. She had the same piercing deep blue eyes that he did. But they looked better on her pixie face, and he doubted they could see through solid objects.

“Do you remember Ianto?”

“Ianto?” Analiese scratched her head. “It sounds familiar. That’s a funny name, though, isn’t it?”

Bracken sighed; of course she wouldn’t remember. She had only been five, and Ianto, a teenage employee of their parents, wouldn’t have been interesting to her. “He was Mr. Jamison’s son,” Bracken said.

“Oh, yeah, I remember now. I had forgotten his name,” Analiese said. “He died when we were little, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“You were thinking about him? Why?”

Bracken took a breath, ready to tell her about the vision, about how it was all his fault. But instead the words came out as, “No reason in particular.”

Her pursed lips told Bracken that she knew he was holding back, but she didn’t push it. She never did. Instead she said, “Mom’s being a jerk to me today.”

“According to you, she is always a jerk.”

“Yeah, but you’d think she could at least notice when I get home from a two-week camp. Like, ‘Hi, Ana, I’ll tell Maria to set another plate for dinner.’” Analiese flipped her hair. “Instead I had to go tell Maria I was back myself.”

“You love talking to Maria. And Maria loves to give you cookies and milk like you’re still five.”

“I know.” Bracken could almost hear the words she didn’t say: But that’s not the point.

They sat in silence for a minute, Analiese biting her nails and Bracken flicking his cigarette lighter on and off. Bracken had a vision of Analiese sitting in this very rom, packing to go off to her boarding school. Nothing too exciting there. What was the point of having visions if they were mundane things, things that he wouldn’t even want to change? What did Bracken care if Analiese packed three pairs of flip-flops?

Bracken heaved a sigh. The flashing lights of his visions often gave him a headache.

“What did The Patriarch have to say to you?” Analiese asked, probably thinking that was what the sigh was about.

“I got expelled from Manchester.”

“Big surprise there,” Analiese said. “You know, one of these days you could try not getting expelled.”

“Not getting expelled?” Bracken repeated, as if she had made a revolutionary suggestion.

“Yeah. Just, like, try not setting fire to the dorms. Or not playing strip poker with the dean’s daughter. Or not disassembling all the computers in the lab and selling the parts on e-bay.”

“I don’t need a list of all my grievances, thank you, counselor,” Bracken said. “And besides, the fire was an accident.”

“But why were you smoking in the dorms in the first place? Why do you do any of it in the first place?” Analiese crossed her arms. “You don’t strike me as the type of person to need attention from authority figures.”

“I do it to distract myself.”

“Distract yourself from what?”

Bracken stood up, knocking the chair over in the process. “I get enough of these interrogations from dad and my teachers. I don’t need them from you too.”

Analiese raised her hand to grab his arm. “Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.”

Bracken sat back down. “It’s okay. I just…I know nobody believes me, but I don’t do it to get in trouble. I just…”

“Sorry,” Analiese said again. “So where’s dad sending you this time? Boot camp? Yank out that earring, and you’d make a fine soldier.”

“Ha ha, no thanks,” Bracken said. “No, he’s not desperate enough for military school yet.”

“So where is it?” Analiese asked.

“Does it matter? I’m just going to get expelled again.”

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13 Things You Should Ask Yourself before the End of 2013

Usually at the last minute, or even after the new year has started, I end up doing some new year’s resolutions. Most of the time I end up not meeting them. So instead, this year, I’m going to “steal” this list of questions from my friend Amanda’s blog and answer them. She in turn took the questions from a list of 25 things you should ask yourself, but I liked her idea of doing 13 questions for the year 2013. Here goes!

1. What am I most proud of this year?
I’m going to have to say publishing a novel and two short stories. Without my husband pushing me to do the things I love, I wouldn’t have gone through with it, but since he did, I am very proud of myself for allowing him to push me into doing it. It required much interaction with other people, quite a bit of patience, and a lot lot LOT of writing. But it was worth it.

I’m also very proud of the fact that my husband and I adopted our daughter this year. But that was more waiting for people to fill out paperwork than anything I did.

2. How can I become a better ________?
Editor? Mom? Housekeeper? Wife? I think the answer to all these questions is to pretend that I’m not tired.

3. Where do I need to allow myself grace?
I have no idea. I believe that every time I am hard on myself, I deserve it, so….

4. Am I passionate about my career?
I’m not sure how to answer this question. I am passionate about editing. But I’m not passionate about drumming up editing business for myself. I’d love to have a steady stream of manuscripts to work on, but what with taking care of two kids and trying to write/publish my own stuff, I don’t have time to look for this steady work. Boo.

5.  How did I spend my free time?
Mostly playing on the internet, sadly. Well, I did manage to read 29 books this year, so that was exciting. I’m hoping for 30+ in 2014.

6. When have I felt most creatively inspired?

a. When talking about my future books with either my sister and my husband. Talking is easier than actually writing it down. ;)

b. When designing my kids’ rooms. We finally moved and they each got a new room, and I have spent many hours browsing pinterest and Urban Outfitters and Etsy finding all the things I will buy once we have the money to redecorate. The boy’s room is going to be Doctor Who/Firefly, and the girl’s room is going to be steampunk/industrial. I’m very excited.

7. What projects have I completed?
a. One novel

b. Two short stories

c. Packing up a house and unpacking it into another house.

d. Can waiting for an adoption to go through count as a project?

8. In what ways can I restructure my time?
One of my resolutions for 2013 was to read more books and watch less TV. The volume of books I read this year was small, but still more than I read in 2012, so it was an improvement. But I’d like to improve myself even more in 2014 and read more books and watch less TV.

9. When have I felt the most alive?
As an ISTJ, I don’t think that “feeling alive” is really important enough to register with me. Looking back, I guess I’d have to say it is whenever I am watching my kids running outside and getting fresh air.

10. How can I improve my relationships?
As an ISTJ, I am fine having only a few friends. However, I shouldn’t use my introversion as an excuse to not make an effort to hang out with the few friends that I have. I should probably not just sit around waiting for them to text me.

11. What lessons have I learned in 2013?
a. Nagging gets things done.

b. Planning a meal list a week or two in advance makes dinner much less stressful.

c. Toddlers are like border collies. They love attention, and it takes a lot to wear them out. They are unlike border collies in that when they do get worn out, they cry a lot. A LOT.

12. What old habits would I like to release?
Staring at something that needs to be done and then thinking,”I should do that,” and not doing it. And then being mad at myself for not doing it.

13. What new habits would I like to cultivate?
Budgeting. It something we’ve never had to really pay attention to before, but Bigger House + New Car + Me Not Having a “Real” Job = Less Money. And if we don’t budget, then I will just spend all our money on redoing the kids’ rooms.

 

So that’s it! I have no idea how to do a linkup, but I’m supposed to link this up to Amanda and Beka and Kenzie and the original 25 things post. Or something. So check out their posts!

 

 

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On Publishing and Rejuvenation

So Diving In came out this summer. It was a great feeling, to finally see this book that I worked on for almost a year finally out there in the hands of the readers. I thought, I better get a start on the third book so I can get it out next year! And this will be even easier, because I wrote the rough draft of it two years ago for NaNoWriMo!

I was wrong. I spent three months rewriting the third book, and with each week that passed, my daily word count grew smaller and smaller. The harder I tried to continue, the harder it was for me to figure out what was supposed to come next. By the seventh chapter, my character was too tired to continue. I was tired. It sucked.

I tried rejuvenating myself with NaNoWriMo. I set aside To See Clearly and opened up GCA4, Flying Free. I thought if I focused on a different character and a different point in the charaters’ lives, I would be happier and type faster. And the knowledge that thousands of others were joining me in NaNoWriMo would spur me on to greater heights, right?

I got into the third chapter before I realized that November had suddenly passed me by and I was nowhere near the 50k mark. So much for that endeavor.

For NaNoWriMo, I do have somewhat of a legitimate excuse. My husband and I are in the process of buying a house. I’ve spent the majority of the past month packing and planning what kind of items we will need for our new house. Honestly, the situation has become slightly more stressful than I thought it would be. And thus, for the past three weeks I’ve hardly written a word. I haven’t even had time or the desire to read.

Then good news came this first week of December. The cover for my second short story was done. I received it from my cover artist, and with great joy I uploaded it for distribution to all e-book sales channels. By the way, A Telling, the second tale from Pocatello, is now available for the Kindle and the Nook!

jessie-telling-final-web

But that’s not what I came to tell you about. (Although I would appreciate it if you bought A Tellingand read it.) I’ve avoided posting here for over a month because I was tired of writing and ashamed of that fact. I love Rahab and the Grover Cleveland Academy series, but writing books three and four have been frustrating and unrewarding. Diving In came so easily to me. Why am I dragging my feet so slowly on these next two? Where is the motivation?

So for the past two or three weeks I have felt really bummed because I wasn’t writing and I didn’t feel like writing and I didn’t know what to do about it. And then, as soon as my cover came back to me, I felt like writing again. Maybe it was the visual image of something I had penned. Maybe it was just the remembrance of what my ultimate goal as a writer is. Maybe I had just languished long enough and my ennui expired.

What I did know was that I couldn’t ignore the sudden urge to write, not after it had been gone for so long. I opened up my fourth tale from Pocatello and began typing. Maybe it’s not the manuscript my “fans” are clamoring for, but it is a story that I love to work on, and it is something that I plan to publish next year.

It feels so good to be writing again. With all the stress of moving and Christmas and making sure my kids are bundled up enough to go play in the snow, sitting back and creating another world is peaceful. It is the rejuvenation I was hoping for last month.

Now, I’ve only been at this a couple of days, and once we move and begin to unpack and Christmas springs upon us, the writing will probably be placed on the back burner again. But then when January rolls around I can remember how much joy writing gave me, and maybe it’ll make it easier to start up again. And maybe, next time, it will be on Grover Cleveland Academy.

A Telling is  the second Tale from Pocatello. Approximately 8,600 words.

Natalie doesn’t fit in anywhere. To the Nerjans, she is just another slave, the daughter of a long-dead rebel. And Les Tristes, her enslaved people, shun her due to her ability to hold magic. Rejected by both worlds, Natalie knows that it is time to take control of her own future.
Allowing herself to be sold to a wealthy family in Nerja feels to Natalie more like an adventure than a sentencing. If she can keep her magic hidden, serving the noblemen of Nerja will be much better than slogging through the swamps with Les Tristes.
But when a Wanderer discovers her secret and her new start is threatened, Natalie realizes how truly limited her aspirations have been. Can a slave girl overcome her destitute beginnings, reach her potential, and find a place to belong?

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David vs. Julia, continued

I stared across the counter at him with steely resolve. He was sitting at his usual table, one hand gripping the edge of the Daily Oklahoman that hid his face from view, the other idly playing with the handle of his cracked coffee mug. He had been a regular at the diner for almost five months. It was time to go for it.

I picked up the coffee pot and sauntered as casually as possible to his table. “Hi, David. How are you doing?”

He looked up from his newspaper, blinking as if emerging from a dimly lit room. “Good morning, Julia. I’m doing well. And you?”

I loved the melodic, romantic way my name rolled off his British tongue. It made my heart race. I told myself to stop being so superficial—I shouldn’t like a guy just because he had an accent. “I’m good,” I managed to gulp out. “Your usual bacon and eggs?”

“Yes, please,” he said. He smiled to reveal two crooked front teeth. They made me want to giggle like a little girl every time I saw them.

“Can I interest you in any toast or hash browns today?” I asked.

“No, not today, thank you,” he replied.

I had told the cook his order as soon as he had walked in the door, and he knew it. I took a deep breath, pretended to top off his coffee, and went off script. “So today is my birthday.”

“Is it? Many happy returns.” His deep-set brown eyes appraised me. “Sixteenth?” he guessed.

A flush of indignation crept up my cheeks. “Twenty-first, actually.” So that explained why he was always speaking down to me. Although I had figured he was only in his late twenties, he must have seen a bigger separation between our ages than I did. Was twenty-one still considered a kid to him? “I have…other…customers…” I stuttered, and bustled off to attend to them.

There were really only two other customers this early in the morning. Mr. Cox and Mr. Sullivan always stopped by for pancakes on their way to work. They were both engrossed in reading the news on their smart phones. David shook his newspaper out as he turned the opinions page. I focused on arranging the baked goods in the cabinet for the lunch crowd.

His order came up a minute later: four slices of crispy bacon and two fried eggs, slightly runny. I placed it in front of him with a clatter.

“Thank you,” he said, and as always, he made a large show of carefully folding his Daily Oklahoman to place next to his plate.

“So, um,” I said, trying to gain back my resolve.

“Yes?” he prompted. “These look delicious, by the way.”

“So a few friends and I are going to a club tonight, to celebrate my birthday. Kind of like a party.” I paused. “I was wondering if you’d like to come. To my birthday party. Sort-of party.”

The steady drizzle of syrup that he had been pouring over his bacon and eggs suddenly left the edge of the plate and came dangerously close to his newspaper. But then he recovered, setting the syrup bottle down and looking up at me with his usual tight smile. “Julia, I appreciate the offer. Were I a different sort, I would be delighted to join you. However, you might be aware of the peculiar fact that I am the most introverted person of my own acquaintance. Therefore, as you would be the only person I previously know at said party, it would be an excruciatingly painful experience for me. And I know it is not your desire to place me in such a situation.”

It took all of my willpower to keep the edges of my mouth from turning down and my eyes to wrinkle in despair. I wanted to whine, “But I want you to come!” but that would do nothing but enforce his belief that I was a child and would look silly and pathetic next to his speech. So I gulped and said, “You’re absolutely right. How silly of me not to think of that. I’m sorry for asking. Enjoy your breakfast.”

I raced back behind the counter to compose myself.

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt above. Sadly, you may never find out what happens to David and Julia, but I do have two novels and one short story published and several I plan to publish in the next year and a half.

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Tinkering with Stories

Snoopy and typewriter

Must…needs…write!

For the past three months I’ve been working on To See Clearly, the third installment in my Grover Cleveland Academy series. Unfortunately, I haven’t made as much progress as I’d hoped I would by now, and I’m getting discouraged. It almost makes me not want to write at all. But not writing makes me feel worthless.

I blogged a few weeks ago about how I opened up my Aladdin retelling. Taking a break from what I’m “supposed” to write can be fun and rejuvenating. So this week I’ve been working on a different, but also older, story. This one, entitled David vs. Julia, is written purely for my own guilty pleasure and is borne out of watching too much Doctor Who at one time. Although, is that really possible?

I’ve included the opening lines of David vs. Julia below for your amusement. And hopefully I’ll have some more positive updates about the GCA series soon!

David Lothian thought he might be immortal. He hadn’t died yet, but still he wasn’t confident enough to test the theory. He wondered what the effect of Julia’s knife might be if she walked up and stabbed him in the heart. Would he bleed? Would there be a sharp, overwhelming pain? Would he gasp out his last few breaths gazing into Julia’s green eyes?

Or would he slowly recover, his heart beat again, his chest close the wound, and the skin scab over? Would he be given yet another chance to live?

But Julia wasn’t planning on stabbing him anywhere, much less his heart. She was merely slicing the Boston Crème Pie that she had just pulled out of the industrial oven and set on the diner’s linoleum counter. She looked up and smiled when she noticed him staring at her.

David looked down and straightened his newspaper loudly.

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Parenting: The NeverEnding Story

Juan and Lizzie drawing

A short moment of peace.

I try not to post about my kids on here because this is a writing/editing blog and there’s a lot of parenting blogs that talk about the same type of things I deal with every day. And they say it in a lot more witty and humorous ways than I possibly could. Today, however, I feel inspired (mostly by my son) to write this up.

I was posting something funny my son said on facebook. I only post funny and cute things my children do on facebook. Which means that some days, there is nothing I could possibly post. Just kidding, they usually get out one or two cute things a day.

But most of the time, my kids are a lot of hard work. And I feel like I am in a constant, losing battle to keep my calm and my sanity. So, for your entertainment, here is a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure of pretty much every one of my days this year. Notice how no matter which option you choose, you always end up in the same place. Enjoy!

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First, I have a two-year-old boy and a two-year-old girl. The boy has boundless energy, so he starts running around the house. I can either

  • tell him to stop running, because our house is small and he will eventually run into something. This will make him cry, because he is full of energy and needs to run.
  • let him run around until he runs into a wall or piece of furniture, which he will eventually because our house is so small. He will cry becuase he just slammed his shoulder or head or toe into something hard.
  • let him run around until he trips over his sister, in which case they will both cry.

The next course of action would be to take the toddlers outside, where there is less stuff for them to run into. The boy will automatically pick up a stick and start waving it around. He will either

  • hit his sister with it, either on purpose or on accident, and she will come crying to me. The boy will then come chasing after her, thereby further endangering both me and the girl with said stick.
  • hit his sister with it, and she will stand up for herself and hit him back. The boy will then hit her back while simultaneously whining to me, “Babby hit me!”
  • play in the dirt with his stick until he notices that his sister is playing very happily on her tricycle, when he will either: 1) push her off her tricycle and ride it instead, or 2) try to “play with her” by pushing her ON her tricycle, but since she has terrible balance, she will fall off and the boy won’t notice, thereby running over her with said tricycle.

When I get tired of them hitting each other, it will be bath time. There are no options here. They take a bath together still because they love baths so much that if I tried to let them bathe separately the other would just come in and tip him/herself into the tub headfirst so they could play too. There will be splashing and cleaning and general happiness until the boy starts forcing the girl to drink out of their stacking cups, which is all fun and games until she gets overwhelmed and starts crying.

So then they get out of the bath, dry off, get re-clad in diapers and undies (much to their chagrin) and it’s time to be quiet and watch TV. Surprise, they want to watch the same cartoon show they’ve already watched four times through. You can

  • force them to watch something you want to watch, but it should probably be family friendly since my son has started repeating EVERYTHING he sees on TV. They will spend the first fifteen minutes questioning why this is not their show of choice, and then either 1) settle down once an interesting animal appears on screen, or 2) lose interest in the show and run off to their room.
  • turn on the show they want and get out your laptop, where you can hopefully tune out their show. But one or both of them WILL want to sit in your lap.
  • turn on the show they want and get out your laptop, put in your headphones, and listen to music or watch youtube videos. The kids will either 1) not notice and you will get to ignore their TV show, but you’ll have to glance over at them every few seconds to make sure they’re not talking to you, or 2) they will notice, and the great debate over who gets to listen to your headphones will ensue, and nobody will be watching the TV show you have already seen four times.

Soon one of them will start whining that she wants some milk, at which point the other will remember that he is thirsty and also wants milk.  You can

  • get them milk and then risk the boy going into milk overload later in the day and throwing up (yes, he’s weird like that).
  • get them water, which they will first throw across them room when they realize it isn’t milk, but then cry and go drink it because they really are thirsty.
  • get them watered-down juice, if you are lucky enough to still have some juice in the fridge.

Then it’s snack time and they don’t want to eat anything that you offer them and all they want is “juice and chocolate!” but you don’t have any juice because they just drank it all, and you’re certainly not going to be a bad parent and just let them eat chocolate chips as a snack. Mostly because then you will have to clean the chocolate smears off the couch later.

And finally the husband comes home, the children rush to him, and you have a few minutes to make dinner, and in the two hours remaining until bedtime they can either

  • play in their room.
  • watch TV with you.
  • run around and bump into furniture.
  • all three things mixed with a healthy dose of crying because one of them bit the other.

And then it is bed time! And after you brush teeth and put on the pajamas that are always too small because the CDC or CPRS or somebody requires pajamas to be tight-fitting and flame-resistant, and you sing them their two songs, they say, “I love you too!” even though you forgot to say “I love you” in the first place. And then you remember that you really do love them, and you think back to all the adorable things they did that day.

And if you’re lucky that is the last peep you will hear out of them until 6:45 the next morning, when the boy wakes up and starts playing with his doorstop and hollering, “Mama! I’m awake!”

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The Soldier and Kerri now avaliable!

I’m proud and excited to announce that my first short story has been published and is ready for your e-reader! The Soldier and Kerri is a fantasy story set in the world of Pocatello. Only .99c to download directly to your Kindle, so why not give it a try?

Cover_The Soldier and Kerri_by Adam Ferrando

After three hundred years of oppression, the brave natives of Nerja finally gathered the strength to fight against the magical country of Malaga. Now the war is over, but the years of violence still affect both lands and their inhabitants. Alejandro and Kerri are just two of the many refugees looking for a new home amid the devastation. The two of them must band together if they are to escape the ruined Malaga and make it safely to the newly freed country of Nerja. But even as they journey through Nerja, forces both external and internal are trying to drive Alejandro and Kerri apart. Will this soldier be able to win another fight, or will he and Kerri be separated for good?

 

Buy it from Amazon here!

Buy it from Barnes and Noble here!

Buy it from iTunes here!

But it from Kobo here!

And if you like this one, the second tale, A Telling, is now available!

 

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