Here's something a little special about today...But first:
Have you ever gone on a fishing trip that went a little south? No fish? Fell in the river? Boat sprung a leak?
Or have you ever tried to fight one of the worst enemies known to mankind--weeds--only to have them get the best of you (your feet, of course)?
Or have you ever tried to train a dog only to throw your hands in the air as the furry missile does its twentieth lap around you?
Pretty much have you ever had an event or task go so wrong that, years down the line, you're able to throw your head back and laugh hysterically at the calamity?
Well, I have! And I wrote a book about it! And what's more, that book is FREE today and tomorrow! (3/21-3/22).
Want your copy of A Proper Fish Story? Simply click here!
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
I was blessed to find out this morning that Steering Gone Awry was awarded Indie Book of the Day! You can find the posting on Indiebookoftheday.com.
Or you can go directly to Amazon to see Steering Gone Awry for yourself!
Sunday, March 17, 2013
I'm working on my third book in the Country Misadventures series. I'm just in the baby-stages of figuring out where I'm going with it all. Here's an excerpt from the story I'm currently writing:
'I scooped him up in my arms, trying to avoid brushing the bleeding finger up against anything for both pain and stain sake. I took a step forward before realizing that I also needed to get his wagon home. Hesitating, I thought about just leaving the bulky thing there, but who knew when I’d get a chance to return for it.
With a sigh and a comment of reassurance to Gideon, I shifted him over to my left hip and awkwardly leaned down to grasp the wagon. It was one that was designed for a child, not a five-foot-nine woman like me, so the only way of toting it was under my other arm.
“Okay, home, Honey.”
As I started clumsily jogging toward our house, I glanced over at Gid’s finger. The blood now covered his whole fingertip and threatened to begin dripping off. I gagged. Gid’s weeping had been slowly diminishing, and he now was down to a mere sniffle. He peered at the shredded fingernail.
“Yes, that’s an owie, Punkin.”
The wobble had gone out of his voice. Now he had switched to his curious conversational tone. “Owie?”
“Yes, that’s a big owie. That red stuff is blood.”
“Uhuh, blood. Yuck.”
“Bud! Ew, yuck, nathsty!”
I had taught him well.'
(Picture credit: http://auburncinefile.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/disney_boy_with_wagon.186144853.jpg)
Friday, March 1, 2013
Well, I've been a bit burned out lately on writing. Been trying to think where in the world I'm going next. Isn't that an awful confession? I mean, you're never supposed to let your audience know that you've been busy not being busy. But alas, it's the truth, and I'm not too ashamed of it. Just a little.
But, anyway, all that to say I just plunked down at the computer this morning and let myself know that I had to write something before I turned from an avid author to an avid couch potato. So, this is just to let you know that I indeed am writing:
"It’s the little things in life that you’ve got to watch out for. Like toenails. But let me back up. My life isn’t too unusual. I’m a stay at home mom with a toddler. My husband works wonderfully hard to provide for us, and he usually has a rather gleeful grin on his face when he trudges off to work. I don’t blame him. It can become a madhouse pretty quickly around here, and there are times, say every day about an hour before nap time, that I wish that I, too, could escape to a cubicle.
But those moments of panic and hysteria are fleeting. I sometimes go hours on end without having a single breakdown. This week, for instance, was…well, let’s use last week. Wait, I’ve forgotten last week. Must have blocked it out of my memory. Anyway, I’m sure there are good stretches where I’m the calm, peaceful mother and wife that everyone would admire and pine over. It must be true, or why would I still be doing this?"