Wednesday, December 21, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #13 Goings On and Christmas Fun

Hi, everyone! The year is drawing to a close and it's busy for pretty much everyone I know. This is an update (mostly) of the last two weeks. What I didn't talk about was that I went to my first black-tie party for my husband's work, and that was fun! I posted a picture of us on Instagram, all gussied up. It's also my Facebook profile picture now. What a difference makeup and a dress makes, ha, ha!

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #12: The Plus One Announcement!

Guess what? I have news!

Also, this video is dark and grainy because I was in my room without much light, but I wanted to post this before bed. So here you go! *squeals*

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #11 Happy Thanksgiving!

Hi! Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow!

I spent the day cooking and resting between. It's something I really love to do for my family. Seeing their excitement brings me much joy! But with all the craziness, sometimes Mom has to take a little break.


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #10 Short and (Kind of) Sweet

Wherein you get to meet my two younger children and see my youngest's taste in mismatched pajamas, AKA whatever is semi clean at that moment. Probably grandparents will be the only ones interested in this week's video, but it's a real and short glimpses of our family life. Also, you get to see me trying to keep my glasses from sliding off my nose by making weird faces. It's an exciting November night, yo. :)

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #9 Sometimes You Gotta Jam

Sometimes, the world feels heavy and that's when you bring your family close in and . . .

DANCE. Or sing. Or a little of both, as my two teenagers and I did. Not well, and the camera work is something you might see in a horror movie, but it's night and we needed a little karaoke. So join us if you want a little peek into my life.

Also, being a writer, I had to change the grammar of this song, artistic integrity be hanged. Sorrynotsorry.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #8 Spider . . . Get Rid Of!

Hello! The lighting's a little squonky (yes, I made that word up) because I don't have much light in the office, but it was a nice, quiet place to make a video. :)

I could say no animals were harmed in the making of this video. If I did, I'd be right. But in the making of the story that I tell in this video? Well . . . you'll have to see for yourself. (And if you got the TMBG reference in the post title, you get a prize! Go to your children's Halloween candy bag--or your neighbor children's candy bags--and get yourself a treat.)

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #7 Writing Conference, Book Update, and an Ultra-Important Birthday Request

I have a special, personal request for you all. It's at the end of this video. Once you're done watching, if you feel so inclined, click on the picture below my video. :)

Click on the picture to be taken to the GoFundMe for Erin Shakespear and family.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #6 Death by Embarrassment

I have a story for you.

I would show you the picture--you'll know what I'm talking about after you see the video, but I don't have permission to post it. ;)

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #5 Numbface

I have a story to share in which I humiliate myself. Also, I forgot to mention that both sides of my face--and the front--were numb. So like, from my ears forward. It was kind of hilarious.


Wednesday, October 5, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #4 Deets About My New Romance Series

Last year I wrote Keeping Christmas, which is a fun romance based on a girl who graduated culinary school and went into catering. After I wrote it, I had the idea to do a whole series based on this concept.

So, Culinary Hearts was born. I talk a little about the first book and the basic premise, and I'm excited about all of it! Sorry about the slightly jiggly camera. My arm was getting tired. I'm going to take the advice of a friend and get a cheap webcam which will take care of that!

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

What's Up Wednesday #3 Wherein My Friends and I Literally Show You Our Trash, and I Use Far Too Many Parentheses

Wow, what a week!

I went to a writing retreat over the weekend, and it was awesome.However, I was so stuck on part of my plot and couldn't figure it out, because my brain was mush, my daughter was sick at school and I had to find her a ride home (THANK YOU, JENNIFER, IF YOU'RE READING THIS! I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER!). I was nearly in tears (okay, I actually did cry a little) by Friday afternoon because I was on a Monday deadline for the book and I couldn't figure out how to fix the end, and my awesome super-talented friend L.T. Elliot talked my plot out with me for well over an hour, and then I deleted and rewrote thousands of words over the next two days.

I came home (after taking gorgeous pics of snow-covered fall mountains, you can see them on Instagram) to sick kids. My poor eldest son came down sick at his first HOMECOMING. How awful is that? Yet they still had a fun time.

My latest book is now at the editor. I sent it in on Monday night, so we're that much closer! After half a week of craziness, I was chuffed to bits (my hero says this, so now I do too) to get to have lunch with some of my favorite people. L.T. had to leave, so she didn't make it in this video, but Charlie Holmberg and Caitlyn McFarland are with me today to say a quick hello. What we didn't get that we should have? Me serenading Caitlyn and Charlie with "You'll Be Back" from the musical Hamilton. I turned my van on with the doors open so Caitlyn's cute daughter wouldn't get too warm. The music blasted immediately, so I couldn't help myself. Charlie even joined me in some chorus-line kicks. She'd be a fantastic Rockette.

These ladies are fabulously talented authors, so if you haven't read their books, DO IT. You can find them here: Caitlyn    Charlie

This video is short, real (no second takes, and that's obvious), and very awkward. But you get to hear Charlie sing about that a little, so all is not lost. Thanks, girls, for being the highlight of my day.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #2 Them's Writin' Words: The Importance of Receiving Critique

Hello! We're a little late tonight, but I'm squeaking this under the wire here in MDT. I had some issues with my computer, but it seems to be working now.

This WUW is a little longer than last time because I'm talking about how it feels to take critique when you might be slightly terrified. :) This applies to anything you might need help with, not just writing. I didn't want to go longer than this, and I know I only mentioned a couple of people I talked to today, but there were actually four I discussed some changes with after the one person made her brilliant suggestion. She also made other brilliant suggestions, but talking details about plots of books you haven't read would probably bore you. I'm also going to chop some off of the end. Of the book. Not my hair. Well, not for a week or two. But guess what? I may reveal those chopped-off parts on the site later on, as deleted scenes. Again, not my hair, because that would just be weird.

Sorry you're kind of all up in my grill with this slightly shaky camerawork. I'm learning. But if I wait until I can do it perfectly, it'll never happen!

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

What's Up? Wednesday #1: Of Mouse and Woman

Welcome to the first installment of What's Up? Wednesday.

Every Wednesday I'll post a short video on my blog and say hi to my readers. I'm not used to filming myself or being on camera, but that's okay. I'm me regardless of what I look like, and writing is about taking chances and connection, after all.

I was entirely distracted from the craziness going on inside my house, and what I meant by meeting people in person was that since it's so cool meeting online friends in person, that I thought I'd be brave and show a little of what I'm like behind the keyboard. This coming from a girl who would dive behind a table in order not to be captured on film. Unedited, not worrying much about makeup ("much" is all you're going to get, ha, ha), and even if I sniffle on camera. Which I did. :)

If you have any questions for me about anything at all, ask away in the comments and they may be answered next time.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Write Type CP Match: Summer 2016 Edition!

UPDATE: All the posts have been taken off the blog as the CP match is over for now! Thanks to everyone who participated. If you are trying to find someone in particular, feel free to drop me a note and I'll do my best to help you out.

Welcome to Write Type CP Match! I'm Rebecca Blevins, your host for all things middle grade!

Feel free to comment on any of the following excerpts. If they comment back, it's a match! Please remember that we aren't doing any critiquing on these excerpts. It's kind of like speed dating--you're only looking to see if there's mutual interest. The in-depth critiquing comes later.

Also, WARNING. We at Write Type CP Match serve as hosts only. We do not do background checks, know if your potential crit partner likes the color chartreuse, or might actually be Zafflewaffle from the planet Sturg. (Though Sturgians might make fabulous crit partners, you never know.) So please proceed with all the awareness you'd have while traveling through a Fire Swamp.

With all that said, we have a lot of fantastic entries! Go forth and find your crit partners!

MG Fantasy and Magical Realism

MG Science Fiction

Science Fiction: Travis Corter

MG Contemporary

MG Other

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Peace, Be Still

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Good Shepherd by Simon Dewey, find here 

Today I talked to my daughter's chiropractor (who will be mine shortly) and learned something about my spinal condition. Apparently, the reason people have this condition is the result of a fracture in the spine, which is something I was never told before. I'm pretty sure I know what caused it, but I had no idea that's what had happened.

Even though that knowledge didn't change anything about my situation--just took away a little hope I'd been harboring--I got into my van and cried. I hadn't really expected that anything would be able to change, and sure enough, with the level of severity I have, it's not treatable except with hardware. And I have a really miraculous natural hook made of bone that grew to stabilize the situation, so I don't even have to have hardware, and I retained most of my mobility. Considering all that, I don't have room to complain--and I don't want to complain. But sometimes, you gotta cry anyway.

I didn't want to break down in front of my daughter, but some days just facing the hill I have to climb feels like I'm facing a mountain. Truth be told? I really don't want to climb it. I'd much rather stay in bed and not do anything. But I have a responsibility to be as healthy and functional as I can be for my family, because they deserve it. (I know some of you will tell me that I deserve it, and that's true. If it were just me though, I probably would just watch Netflix and eat chocolate pretzel thins most of the time.) And as I told my daughter, tears are okay. They happen when we're hurting emotionally too, and it's healthy to cry. Sometimes we just need to.

Seagull Book is a few doors down from the chiropractor. I felt drawn to go in, so I did. And everywhere around the walls inside were beautiful pictures of the Savior, and temples. They reminded me that the Lord has felt what I'm feeling, and that He's there for me. I forgot what I was sad about. I forgot about all of it for a while, and I was surrounded by peace and comfort. This picture especially hit home, with the way the Savior is holding the little lamb in His lap.

Dear to the Heart of the Shepherd by Simon Dewey, find here

It was a good reminder that even though pain and disappointment and suffering are part of this life, they don't have to be the end-all. I have been blessed in so many ways, and I have an infinite source of comfort only a prayer away. Also, at some point, I'm going to get that painting to hang in my home, because I--we all--are that little lamb who needs some extra comfort and love now and then.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

The Yo-Yo of Life, She Spins

yo-yo%20clipartNo, I'm not talking about myself, because I'm not a yo-yo. Or am I? *grins* I have certainly felt like one, whirling and spinning about in every direction. I like yo-yos, but I don't want to be one.

I've had something on my mind ever since last fall. And after discussing it with my husband and a couple of good friends and having a vividly symbolic dream about it all, I've decided to put my editing business on hiatus--perhaps indefinitely, depending on how the next few months go.

I do enjoy editing. It's really fun to help authors shape up their manuscripts. But I don't feel the pull to it the way I do writing. And with everything in my life, I realized that the words a very wise friend shared with me several weeks ago--that someone shared with her years ago--applied to my situation perfectly. She said, "You can have it all. You just can't have it all at once."

She's absolutely right.

So after counting up the projects I want to write in the next year or so, I realized that I had a problem. Here's my list:

1. I have a series of six contemporary romances to plot at around 50k words each, all based around six women who meet in culinary school. Each woman comes from a different heritage, so she cooks dishes from that heritage. Keeping Christmas is supposed to be later in the series, and is the one that's already out. (Each book will be a standalone.) Paige, the main character, has a Norwegian heritage. The next one will be coming out in November with Trifecta Books, and I need to write more before then--plot how they fit in the series' world, which will be a challenge.

2. I have a YA--very loosely inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's "The Little Mermaid"--that I really need to finish up here in about a month or so, and this is the book I plan to query agents with. It deals with heavy subject matter, is a tad on the literary side, and addresses some strong themes affecting girls and women these days.

3. I have at least one more Schnozzlebeard to write.

4. I want to plot out my zombie chick lit which I'm picturing as a five-book series and start writing the first one. It's going to be lighthearted and fun. My slightly morbid take in the vein of books like Mindy Klasky's awesome "As You Wish" series.

5. I have a surprise project I've only told a few people about, but I'm really excited to tackle it. I've written about three thousand exploratory words, and it's some of the most fun I've had writing yet. AND it's for adults. And teens. Kind of a whimsical, paranormal, fairytale feel, and after searching Amazon, I haven't found anything out there like it yet. Did I mention I'm excited?

This isn't even mentioning a middle grade paranormal and a middle grade sci-fi I have ideas for. Or the other fairytale-inspired book ideas that have been stuck in a dusty corner of my computer--or my brain--for years. I have enough ideas to keep writing every day for years and not be finished with them.

See my problem?

So mix all that with family and helping get my kids through school (two have autism, likely three, the others get tested this summer), my sweet husband working two jobs (one from home after he gets home from his normal job) and my goal to get healthy this year, and there's no way I can do all of this.

I tend to be delusional. But I like lists, so after making the list, I was all, "Woman! What the crud do you think you're doing?" And I was all like, "But-but-but--" And then I was like, "No buts!"


Ahem. Seriously, I was all "No buts! Even YOU can see when you're trying to do the impossible! Have you even SEEN the dirt levels of your bathroom lately? You could grow an inside garden!" And then I was all hanging my head and saying, "Yeah . . . I guess you're right." And then I patted myself on the shoulder and drank a Diet Pepsi.

So I have to say bye-bye to editing for now so I can actually get to writing. And I also need help narrowing down my list. If something jumps out at you, and you're like, "Oooh, I'd be interested in reading THAT!" please tell me. You might help save my brain. And decide what I make top priority this year.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Chugging Along

This was James's first week back to work. He's with a great company now, and even though I'll need to drive him to and from for a few months until we get another car, the schedule is the best it could be for our family. This is a huge blessing and something I'm really thankful for. A nice plus is that we get to visit with each other to and from. He tells me how his day went as I drive. That's a huge silver lining.

I've been doing a lot of client editing lately, so I'm a little behind on getting revisions for Werechickens done. But I should finish up my last editing project tomorrow and get on that, because it's due to my editor in a week. So if you've said you'd beta read for me, I may only have a few days in which to have anyone read. I understand if you can't.

My eldest went to Anaheim for a school music, dance, theater competition. I'm so proud of all of them--they took fourth place in the advanced category! They all worked hard and it shows. He's been randomly texting me, and that is such a tender thing for this mom. He even sent me a selfie of him with the Hollywood sign far behind him. I love that my fifteen-year-old wants to share things with me.

This is short, because I'm super tired, among other things. This week will be really busy, too. And I get to figure out a Valentine's box for my first grader. With homeschooling until this year, I've never had to do that before. Somehow, if he gets a box with a heart drawn on it, I'll call that a win this week. 

Goals: make Valentine's Day box. Make my house not look so much like a disaster. Finish client edits and then do my book edit. I need to work out, but I think it's going to have to be plain yoga for a while. Take some time off, but I have to figure out which day. I've been going almost pedal to the metal and I'm really tired. I think when I have my edits done I need to take a few days off, but my house is a disaster since I've been working so much. I know this is super fascinating to read, but it's life!

I am really looking forward to having this book finished, because I have a YA that needs to be worked on. So the week after this, things are going to change quite a bit around here. Dun, DUN, DUN!

My sweet husband insisted on getting me some bubble bath and bath salts that are good for relieving achy muscles. I think I'm going to do that quickly before bed. Goodnight, if you've made it this far.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

A Story of Connection

Yesterday, I was out with my darling husband, buying him some jeans for the start of his new job on Monday. He hadn't had any new jeans in years, and even though his new work's dress code is casual, there's the "hey, these jeans fit well and are in the current denim color fashion scheme" kind of casual versus the "these jeans are in the shapeless and well-worn-but-not-in-a-good-way kind of look that's good for shoveling snow in." I opted for the first kind.

So we went to JCPenney, and he started trying on jeans. I was amazed that he could go in the dressing room and walk out in a pair not two minutes later. Rinse, repeat. We hadn't gone clothes shopping together for him in a few years, so not only was I having fun (because hey, checking my husband's jeans for fit should be fun), but I was also nearly giddy that it wasn't taking forever.

Normally, when I'm out buying jeans, it's for my rapidly growing teenage sons. Don't get me wrong, I adore my boys, but shopping with them--especially one in particular--is a nightmare. What took me and James an hour to do would have taken at least twice that time with one of the teens.

When we went back to the dressing room so James could try on some shirts, there was a tired-looking woman standing there. Her son called from his stall saying that she'd lied about the length of his pants or some such thing. He came out and was a little rude to her.

My instant reaction was that I hoped she'd say something to him about his tone. But she didn't, and he went back in there along with his brother, who'd made an appearance during the discussion about the pants.

When she was alone again, I felt like I should reach out to her. So I said something along the lines of, "Shopping with teenage boys is hard."

She looked at me and sighed. "I'm his (she either said Path or math, I don't know which) teacher. He and his siblings have been living with their grandparents, and his grandmother died this week. The funeral is on Monday and he has  nothing to wear, so I took him to buy some clothes."

"That's very kind of you," I said. "What grade is he in?"

She smiled slightly. "Seventh. I told his grandfather he needed clothes, and his grandpa said, 'I've already bought him lots of clothes.' Then the boy said, 'Yeah, Grandpa, in fifth grade!"

Her face fell, and her shoulders sagged. This woman had the weight of a whole family of children on her shoulders, and they weren't even hers. "They are very lucky to have you," I said.

She was silent for a few moments, then said, "Thank you," Her face softened, and she stood a little straighter. "The whole neighborhood block is helping. We're taking turns to make sure they're okay."

The boys came out of the dressing room, and she said, "Thank you" to me, then turned to the boys telling them what they needed to wear to church the next day and then what to do to prepare for the funeral.

Do I always smile and talk to everyone when I'm out? No. But when the thought comes that says connect with that person, I do. Because it usually means they really need a little dose of whatever it is I can give. And if they don't? Well, it's good for me to give it anyway, which isn't always easy, since I get social anxiety. But every time I've done it, that decision has been the exactly right thing to do.

This week's goals focus on getting through the week. Sadly, the sale of our house fell through, but we're so happy James has a job! This week I'll be finishing a client edit, getting my book back from my alpha reader husband and revising, getting one child ready for a school trip to California, and doing my best with pain management. I will be taking  my husband to and from work until we can get another car, so with all that driving (nearly a hundred miles a day during the week) I'm going to have to fit other things in where I can, and that means not much else besides the basics. If my back and hip will let me, it'll be three days of PiYo this week. But I may have to change that to plain flexibility yoga until the pain lessens. Or lying in my bed between driving, editing, writing, and trying to clean the house. Yet I am so, so thankful because my kids have a great school, and this new job is exactly what we needed! *happy dancing*

See you on the flip side.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Last Week of January: Cue "Eye of the Tiger"

First of all, "Eye of the Tiger" does not mean I'm running a marathon anywhere but in my computer chair with my heated cushion at my back. Now that we have that clear, well, this week kind of came awesomely out of nowhere. Not only did we accept an offer on our house in Missouri (which was the possible good news I alluded to last week), my husband got the official paperwork for his offer of employment, and he starts on February 1st. So much awesome in one week. So much desperately needed awesome. (I keep saying "awesome," but it so much is.)

My "go to sleep by eleven p.m." goal kind of disappeared with the stress-induced insomnia. And writing has been difficult as a result, so my book still isn't quite done. But on Friday night I couldn't sleep because of not having it done, so after trying to sleep, I said to heck with it and got up at 1:30 and wrote until 4:00 a.m. It was worth it. Combined with the thousand I'd gotten earlier, I wrote a total of five thousand words. Then life happened yesterday, but I have the goal of finishing this manuscript tomorrow. After all, it's due to go to the editor in three weeks! Yikes! And I still need to get it out for betas. I hope they don't hate me that this one is going to be a rush job as well. 

I worked out three times this week, including making it through a workout I couldn't make it through the week before. Yeah, I had to stop and breathe a few times, but I did it. My right hip and lower back are hating me more than usual, but the rest of my body is starting to rebuild a little muscle. Feels nice. 

My major goal for this week? FINISH THE BOOK. Actually, that's my major goal for tomorrow. Then I have some client editing I need to work on, so anything else that gets done this week is gravy. And speaking of gravy, I need to make sure I'm on top of planned meals this week. Tomorrow I'm putting together a spaghetti sauce for the crockpot that will be full of veggies, so it can simmer all day while I'm working away on writing about werechickens. Oh, and I shall work out. So here are my very simple goals: 

1. FINISH THE BOOK. (It's in all caps again. Notice a theme here?)
2. FINISH THE BOOK. (Making sure you know how big of a goal this really is.)
3. Edit 
4. Exercise (at least three times I want to do five, but my body demands a rest some days, so I'm hoping for four. Three is a must.
5. Get sleep (Yes, I'm going to bed right after this. I even took a melatonin)
6. Catch up on scripture reading (our church is doing a challenge)
7. Self care. Meaning "Mom needs alone time or she's going to be a simmering kettle of hormonal doom." And hot baths to relax muscles. At least two this week. And reading. 
8. Watch one chick flick with daughter. It's one of the highlights of my week. Yay, Netflix! Last week we watched The Decoy Bride. We'd never heard of it. I might be the last person to know about it, so this could be old news for you. How surprising and fun to find this guy:

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(David Tennant, in case you don't recognize him in that abominable jacket) and Kelly Macdonald, whom I'd never heard of before--I thought. But my daughter and I kept saying, "She sounds like Merida!" So I Googled, and lo and behold, she is the voice of Merida. And an adorable actress, to boot. 

And another awesome surprise was this guy: 

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Dylan Moran, whom I absolutely loved in Black Books. It's one of those rare shows I can watch over and over again. Very quotable. (Though there is an episode or two that's a bit naughty, so be warned. It is a show produced in the UK, after all.) If you're bored, here's the pilot episode of that series. I mean, who can resist a drunk Irishman who owns a bookshop and hates his customers? Also, there's a bit of an Easter egg in here. Do you recognize the actor who plays the doctor?

I'm also toying with the idea of doing an update now and then on video. We'll see. One thing at a time, right? Do you watch videos, or do you scroll down to read transcripts? I mainly read transcripts unless it's someone I know, then I do like to see them on video now and then. Especially if they're showing a cool thrift store find or something. Makes them feel more real to me, but only if they're under five minutes long. Three is preferable. But I am also in my late thirties, and I don't know what people like these days. I hide out in caves with no electricity, I'm such a dinosaur. (Kidding. KIDDING! I luvz the interwebz. Google is my bestest non-alive friend.) I'm totally in touch with the Internet crowd, yo! Even if my younger teen tells me people don't say things like "cool" anymore. According to him: "We have other words now, Mom." 

"Like what?"

"I don't know; we just do."

Argh. So please, enlighten me!

Monday, January 18, 2016

Blessings, Trials, and Werechickens

I have a lot on my mind this week, but it would take far too long to type it all out. Suffice it to say that I've felt the weight of our current trials a lot more. But there are a couple of great possibilities on the horizon, both of which I'll say more about when either or both become concrete.

I haven't been sleeping well. The insomnia that plagued me at this time last year when we were trying to move is back. I'm lucky if I get four hours a night. Wednesday night? I didn't sleep at all. But Thursday through Saturday I was blessed to have a wonderful friend and her children visiting from Washington, and their presence helped take my mind off of these difficult things for hours at a time. Not only that, but my dear friend asked me to let her help me fold my laundry (because we had baskets that had been in my laundry room for months) because she really loves folding clothes. So she helped me (read, folded most of it because I was so dazed), and we went through a lot of it and she ended up taking a bunch of outgrown clothing home for her adorable children. So this was a tender, tender mercy for me. And she didn't judge me at all for not having a perfectly clean house, or for keeping her up late because we had a birthday party for my second son on Friday. She is an angel, and I'm blessed to have her and her family as friends.

Another friend has been checking up on me and listening to me prattle on about things I need to get off my chest. It's been hard to let that go to someone who is not James, especially because I always fear I will overburden someone else. But this friend is one I feel safe with. And when I've been on the verge of tears and with a heavy heart for a long time, she lets me know that it's all right to spill my guts. She listens. She doesn't judge me. And she lifts me up with her friendship, love, and prayer. She is a balm to my soul, and I am so grateful for her.

James mentioned early in the week that he thought we should go to the temple. (I'm a member of the LDS church, and we have temples we also go to where we serve and worship.) I felt that prompting as well, so we planned to go Saturday night. I've been praying for strength and help, and I've been doing my best to exercise faith and look to the Lord, in spite of not feeling very comforted these days. But if faith was easy, then there would be no test, right? So I've been praying and looking to the Lord, but still feeling very burdened. Then, a couple of days ago, an experience was brought back to my mind. One I had in early December, where I was given a strong message that Heavenly Father would bring to pass something wonderful. I won't give details, since it's personal, but suffice it to say that I was shown in a way that I could not argue nor deny that God is aware of me. And the memory of that experience was brought back to me, and I didn't know how or when this would happen. We're about down to the wire. We need a miracle. And yet, God asks me to trust Him. I would be a fool not to.

Last night, James and I went to the Payson Temple.

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It's glorious and feels like home. I expected to be comforted a good deal like I always am when I attend the temple, but even with my remembering that experience in December, my heart was still heavy. I haven't been well physically, and all this has taken its toll. I sat there, in the temple with my sweetheart, and had to keep from crying. I pray, I do my best, I exercise faith, and I still fall short. But I'm not giving up on Him, because ultimately, I know He will not give up on me. And over the weekend, and especially this afternoon we had some news that may result in the lightening of some of those burdens.

This is already getting long, so as far as my goals go, I'm overall pleased with how they went last week. (Exercised three times and was sore after that for three days!) I did not get my draft finished, as I had an emergency edit for a client (another blessing), I had headaches at the beginning of the week, and with the insomnia, I got really behind. So this week, I need to rest as much as I can between trying to build my physical body back. Because it's not happy with me. So my major goals this week are to slowly go through a bit in my youngest son's room, finish writing my draft, exercise, and rest as much as I can. I have to do the exercise to help my blood sugar and strengthen my core muscles to help stabilize the spondylolisthesis (slipped vertebrae). The exercise takes so much out of me that recovery is longer than it should be. So it's a balance, but I have to do it in order to help my body work as it should. I hate admitting that I need to make myself rest, because it makes me feel weak. But I have to. It feels like the years have just worn me down to the point where my body doesn't want to recover. I feel selfish that I need to do this. But when some of these trials are lifted, I'll be able to afford some therapies and things that will help with pain management and recovery.

The good news is that my middle grade, Captain Schnozzlebeard and the Curse of the Werechickens, is sitting around 17,600 words. I draft light (I pad the manuscript with words while revising), so I'm aiming to finish around 25k - 28k with space for revisions, so it'll end up about 30k - 35k when finished. And I'm going to need beta readers for this middle grade in about a week, if I can manage it, and will need it back within a week to two weeks so I can meet my publisher's deadline. So if you're a fan of ridiculous middle grade fiction, and especially if you've read the first one (though this one will stand alone, so that's not wholly necessary), please let me know if you're interesting in beta reading.

It's well past midnight, so I'd better go try to get some sleep. I think I'll need to take a melatonin. But I'm hoping to have some very, very good news by tomorrow or Tuesday, so if I can't sleep because of that, well, at least the kids don't have school tomorrow. I get to sleep in. And when I think about sleeping in, I always hear my dad's voice, from back when we used to complain about not getting to sleep in more as teenagers: "You always get to sleep in. We never make you sleep outside." I love my dad. :)

Goodnight, world. See you later. I have a lot on my mind, but I have Heavenly Father in my corner. I need to keep remembering that.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Happy New Week

I set a lot of goals last week. Let's take a look at how it went:

Getting to bed by 11 pm. Most nights I got into bed during the eleven o'clock hour. Some of those nights I lay awake, not able to fall asleep because of my brain spinning, spinning, spinning with information or new story ideas. Strategy for this week - melatonin so I can fall asleep easier as I adjust. 

Knowing what I was serving for dinner the night before. I did pretty well on this, actually. I think I did that for every night except the weekend. 

Cleaning my son's room and getting the laundry room done? Nope. 

Getting four thousand words a day? Nope. But I did get seven thousand overall. Bumps in the road last week and getting sick for a couple of days really affected my production with everything. 

Exercise three times? See previous. Sick headaches don't lend themselves to exercise when it hurts to walk around. But I did do it once. 

So this means I should throw up my hands and be upset? Hardly. Positives: 

I actually did get writing done this week. I spent time outlining on one day instead of getting manuscript words, and that helped me get the seven thousand words in four days. I did research. (Did you know we didn't start saying "sideswipe" until the 1900s? That eliminated an island name for my manuscript. Don't worry. I found another.) On Wednesday, I went back to bed in the morning, which enabled me to get through the rest of the day, but eliminated writing time. This week, I plan on finishing the first draft and getting it to my alpha reader. 

I did, in fact, get into my bed when it was eleven o' something most nights, even if I couldn't sleep. I haven't been doing too well, still exhausted, but it's a combo of pain and being drained from the past few years of stress, though I think I'm coping well overall, considering. A month at the sea would probably help a lot.

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Doesn't just looking at that picture feel good? Aaaah.

Kind of planning dinner? YES. That was very helpful. 

Son's room? It's okay it didn't get done. I'm going to work on it a bit every day this week between writing.

Laundry? I did my own last night and made sure my teens did theirs. And made sure my youngest got all his school clothes washed. WIN!

Get alone time every day? Yes. Did that even if it was in my office writing. I took some time to read, and that helped the anxiety overall during the week. Watch a movie and knit? Didn't happen. But I'm going to do that tomorrow with my daughter.

So, see? I could decide I failed and feel bad about myself. Or I can take the week for what it was (and I know I was very ambitious) and feel good about what I got accomplished. So, for this week? 

Continue reading scriptures at least a bit every day and remember to pray in the morning. (I did well with this last week.) Continue loosely planning dinner the day before. Finish my manuscript. Get alone time every day. Organize my son's room. And even though I hate doing the same thing over and over, I'm starting PiYo again tomorrow. It's the only exercise that I seem to be able to do without ending up in lots of pain after the muscle soreness goes away (due to the spondylolisthesis in my back and resulting arthritis and strain on my muscles), and I'm desperate. Since July, I've gained twenty pounds back of the over seventy I'd lost because of going on insulin, and I'm very unhappy about that. Seems like when I'm on meds, I can only lose by combining exercise with healthy eating; the healthy eating alone doesn't do as much as it should, and I think that's because of how the insulin reacts with my body, so we'll see. I've had a doctor suspect I'm type 1.5, so that may be why my body struggles with it more than I think it should. 

Anyway, this is getting long, but I'm glad to be blogging again. I'm glad to be setting goals and practicing being gentle with myself for not having the ability to be superhuman. There are a lot of personal things and personal family things that make up my week, the same as anyone else has, so what makes a list appear doable on the surface may need to be adjusted when reality hits. 

Two things happened today that I want to share. First, we had an excellent meeting with a combined Relief Society and Priesthood (men and women in our church), as well as the teenagers. We had an amazing instructor, a man who worked for the Church Educational System for thirty-five years. He said something that will stick with me for a long time. "The righteous are sinners who are trying. The wicked are sinners who are trying not to get caught." I found this very reassuring, because I am always striving to be better, and I feel all too often that I fall short. 

The other thing that happened was when my youngest got a nosebleed in church, and I escorted him out and sat with him on the couch until it stopped. He leaned his head against me and rubbed my tummy. Then he sat up and asked, "Mom, where is your waist?"

I laughed and laughed and laughed. I'm glad that was my reaction instead of crying. I showed him where my waist was, and he wanted to know why I was laughing. I think this is the first time I've used this response with any of my children, but I didn't think he would get it, so I told him he'd understand why when he was an adult.

I'm ready to take this week on. What are your goals, if you have any? Join me in being realistic and preparing to adjust where needed. 

May the force be ever in your favor. And it's bound to be a good week, starting off with Mr. Cucumberbasket.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

The Beginning of New Habits

I'm sitting here, in my new office, with both a sinking feeling in my stomach and elation at the fresh new year stretching out before me. A year filled with lots of possibility, as well as a year in which anything could happen. And the anxiety I deal with on a daily basis tries to fill in the empty space with a lot of awful possibilities, but I'm pushing that back. Taking the year by the horns and all that.

2015 was filled with Big Things such as moving a thousand miles from home, having two out of four children diagnosed with autism (which was not a surprise, but still a rather Big Thing), job loss, health problems, husband gone most of the summer, going from a fully homeschooling family to a one-fourth homeschooling family, having two books published, etc, etc. Full of incredibly good things for my family and incredibly hard things. And lots and lots of blessings, because I don't see how we would have (and are still) getting through this without God's help and the love and support of those around us. Because we wouldn't be doing that well without it.

Last year is a book I'm glad to close. And I've been struggling with even more anxiety lately, so today I decided to take some time to sit down and write out my goals for the year. They seem like a lot, but if one of these things aren't functioning, everything tips out of balance. Sort of like in the movie Inside Out, where all the islands start crumbling and crashing down. Exactly like that. I've been pondering about how to do this for weeks, and have done some praying about it, and I think I finally have my answer.

I wrote on Facebook the other day about wanting to be more authentic. That was going to be my motto for 2016. But when I went to write it down on my sparkly notebook I'm finally using for its intended purpose, I kept wanting to say "Be Genuine" instead. So taking some inspiration from President Dieter F. Uchtdorf's talk "It Works Wonderfully!" I have as my motto: "Simplify. Work. Be Genuine."

"Simplify" seems easy enough. But there are so many areas of my life that need attention. Probably the biggest is my family life, because if I'm not in a good place physically, mentally, and spiritually, my entire family suffers. With my teen boys both having autism, and a strong possibility other children may as well, I like to quote Strongbad: "No two people are not on fire." Someone always needs water thrown on them, or to be snuffed out. (Goodness, that sounds ominous.)

(No, people being on fire isn't typically humorous. See the following video for context. My sister Karen introduced me to Strongbad and back when my children were small, so blame her.)

If you're still with me after that, suffice it to say that I needed to make a plan to help balance myself and the family. So that involves several areas: mental, physical, and spiritual health; writing, family, home organization, creativity, and social needs. I think that's all, but to check for sure I'd have to go up two short flights of stairs, and once I do that, I'm going to bed. So this will have to work for tonight.  

The plan is to focus on overall goals for the year, evaluate monthly, and plan weekly. And a combination of all three. So for this week, I'm working on the most simple, but most vital things.

1. I'm blogging once a week on Sundays now. It's a good thing for me to do to refocus every week, and while I might not have the cute stories I used to when all my kids were really small, I'll write what I feel I need to or want to. It's part of Be Genuine.

2. Alone time every day. My mental health desperately needs it. I used to look on it as a luxury, but I learned the hard way last year that my mental health isn't a luxury. If I don't take care of myself, it's a bad, bad thing. And no one else can do that but me. 

3. This is getting long, so I'm putting the rest of the list here: floss daily, pray in the morning (I forget in the mornings a lot), exercise at least three times this week, read at least a little scriptures daily, know what I'm making for dinner at least the night before (tomorrow it's beans and rice and chickpea curry, because my husband hates curry but loves beans and rice), watch a movie and knit, clean up my youngest's room and sort it, and write 4k each day to finish the rough draft of Captain Schnozzlebeard and the Curse of the Werechickens so I can get it going before its deadline (releasing March 29th!,) and get to bed by eleven p.m. on weeknights. This seems like an awful lot for the week, but it's the barest amount that can get done without sending everything into a tizzy. So wish me luck. Some of these things sound like a lot, but they don't take much time. 

See you next Sunday, and I wish you the best of luck with whatever goals (if you've made any) you're working on this year.