Checking In

Still here, my friends! Chapter 5 is not done yet, mainly as things picked up a bit after our epidemic last week. I’m still plugging away, though. A good eight hours’ straight sleep, and then about oh, four or five free hours to just write would do the trick. Not that the writing hours have to be consecutive, mind you, but it would be nice if the sleep would be.

Riiight, as if that’s happened much since college. We didn’t know we had it so good back then. 😉



Make Haste!

The crisp new paperback copy arrived in the mail yesterday, waiting for me to sign it and ship it to the lucky winner of the giveaway on Elizabeth’s blog (so hurry and sign up for it if you haven’t yet! A free book is a great way to kick off summer reading, right?).

I was thinking this morning as I sat to update the blogs after a busy week’s hiatus that I really owe a lot to the encouragement of my husband.  He’s indispensable to me in the writing process, helping me to keep my chin up when I’m in a bind, vetting the rough draft to make sure I’m keeping the plot ‘real’ (my personal request), helping me carve out the time to write in a household that hums from sunup to sundown.  And not to mention the indirect inspirations he gives me (i.e. the homebrewing episode).  If you’re wondering why I’m gushing like this, today is our 9th Wedding Anniversary, and today of all days it comes home to me just how blessed I am to have him in my life.

For now and always.

Where ideas come from….

Once upon a time there was a house.  And in that house there was a Christmas tree, and under the tree was a little girl.  To be more specific, she was laying on her stomach on the floor in front of the tree, gazing at her mother’s collection of ceramic Christmas houses, imagining that if they were real, who would live in them?  What would their story be?

Then the little girl grew up.  She obtained a collection of Christmas village pieces of her own (incidentally, these pieces are now garaged as our fifth child is absolutely the most loving kid but nevertheless a human wrecking ball).  And one Christmas, five years ago, she looked at her newest piece and wondered who would own it?  What kind of person would own this tavern?

By the time I started writing, the image of the Pub rather changed a bit (diamond paned windows, the bar being on the right of the front door, green sign, etc.), but in case you’re wondering why there’s an Irish Pub in a Tudor building, there you have it! 😉

Looking for a launchpad

I’m having trouble with this sequel.  I know where I want it to go, but I don’t know how it’s going to start.  That’s a problem.

However, I’m planning to enjoy the rest of my weekend and begin thinking about this all next week, especially as school ended for my children yesterday so my lesson planning time can now become project planning time.  Bless the person who thought of summer breaks!

Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms, grandmothers, godmothers, aunts, maternal-type friends out there.  Especially my Mom! 🙂