Tuesday, October 28, 2008

I had one of those moments the other day that made me think I might not be completely messing up my children. I treasure those moments and save them up to counteract the many, many moments I have when I can vividly picture them going on for hours at a time with a therapist discussing me.

At school my daughter's teacher regularly has the class draw pictures based on directions she gives them and then they write (as best they can, being Kindergartners) what it is a picture of.

The most recent assignment was "Draw something that makes you happy."

This is what my daughter drew.
Her teacher translated the caption.

What makes my daughter happy? "I am a child of God."

It is nice to know that in a world filled with violence and warfare and inhumanity, my daughter has that basic, hope-filled truth to cling to.

And on days when I am a little discouraged, I just look at this picture on my fridge and remind myself that I have something pretty spectacular to "make me happy."

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

So one of my hoards of adoring, devoted fans asked me the other day why it is that I post stories about my family on my website, since it is technically a website for my authorifyingness.

Have you read those stories? My life is hilarious! The things my kids say and do and think and wonder about are far more entertaining than a detailed retelling of the four hours I spent yesterday at a desk in front of my computer reworking a really terrible scene in an upcoming novel. (It's not really horrible anymore, by the way. It is now absolutely amazing!)

And, it ought to give any interested party an insight into where I get the ideas for some of the crazier things that go into my books.

Life is interesting. Typing is not.

Perhaps, though, in the interest of satisfying my demanding and ever-growing public I'll try to include more posts that are directly related to my books.

Maybe a few hints about my next novel? Hmm....

Monday, October 20, 2008

My daughter has created in my life the need for an unusual talent: apologizing. She regularly says things that are insulting and/or potentially emotionally injuring to friends, family, vague acquaintances and complete strangers. Well, it happened once again this weekend.

We were sitting next to a lady at church whom I have known pretty much my entire life. This is a woman I admire and look up to and feel like she has been influential in shaping me as a person. So, of course, I had the poor judgment to allow my daughter - yes the insult producing machine - to sit next to her. Things started out nicely.

Then I noticed she was looking rather too closely at the woman's hands. I braced myself.

"What are all these lines?" my daughter asked.
"They are veins," was the answer.
"I don't have veins," my daughter pointed out.
"Because you aren't old," was the explanation.

I breathed a sigh of relief. That wasn't too bad. It also wasn't the end of it all.

"What are all these spots?" my daughter asked, pointing to a cluster of "age spots" on the arm of her victim.
"Those are just spots you get when you're old," she answered.
"I don't have any."
"Because you aren't old."
"I'm five," my daughter objected to the logic.
"That's not old enough to have spots."

I smiled apologetically. She didn't look offended. But my daughter wasn't done.

"Why do you wear those funny glasses when you read?"
"Because my eyes are old."
"My mom wears those, too," my daughter nodded with understanding. Apparently she understands that I am old.

A few minutes later...

Touching the poor, patient woman on her face (I couldn't tell what, precisely, she was looking at). "What is this?"
"I'm sure it's some kind of defect."

Yea. I am a good apologizer.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I am so excited! I have another book "The Price Paid" now available for purchase. I am particularly excited because it is my first book to be available on Amazon! This book is not printed through Lulu so it is not available there.

Now, a little about this book:

From the back: When a distant cousin dies leaving Nickolas Pritchard an unexpected inheritance, the previously penniless young gentleman assumes his troubles are over. Soon he discovers his windfall isn't quite what he thought. Legend has it, the estate's history is filled with war, tragedy and mystery. And, of course, there's the ghost...

"The Price Paid" is a ghost story filled with unexpected twists and turns, mystery and legend, an intriguing historical context and, because it's from me, romance.

Order in the next few days and enjoy it at Halloween. (Although it would be wonderful any time of the year.)

So excited!!!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

I discovered a website that offers a very interesting graphology analysis - that is a new vocab. word for me. Graphology refers to handwriting. So, on this website, you are instructed to write out a specific sentence and then it asks you some multiple choice questions about your handwriting.

It only takes a couple minutes and, trust me, you'll be glad you did it.

Here's the link: Graphology Analysis


Monday, October 6, 2008

I was at the store the other day with my 5-year old. She's the one I do a lot of apologizing on behalf of. She has a tendency to say things that offend people, but she says them in really cute ways.

That's what I thought until she turned the tables on me.

"Hi," she said to the checker. "This is my mom." She pointed to me. "She's almost a-hundred."

So I apologized to myself.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

As my eye-catching announcement above indicates, I am moving my vast collection of printed words to a new printer. This, I am discovering, is something of an undertaking. The book sizes are a little different and the covers and interiors have to be reformatted. Also, this is proving a great opportunity to fix typos in my books. I, along with an editor I trust implicitly (thanks, Mom!) are going through each of the books looking for typos, missing commas, inconsistencies.
It is a little depressing, I must admit, to see how many there are. Oops! It's been a learning experience, I will say that much. Makes me wonder how I missed so many the first time around.
AAhhhh... the joys of self-publishing!


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