Number... One... Dad

It's Go-Time, Butter Bean!

So, everyone who knows my dad knows that he is a wonderful, kind man. He also happens to be a great father.

But this is about the other father in my life-- the father of my children.

And he is way hotter than Morty Seinfeld here. Sorry Morty.

I could list all the ways that Roy is a fantastic husband and father... but you know what a great father looks like. We are very lucky to have him, that's for sure.

My purpose here is to praise Roy as a partner in publishing crime. I really couldn't have put together and published my book(s) without Roy. He was my first sounding board, he was/is an excellent editor. He is tech support for the random crash and his hours of assistance formatting files for e-publishing or for hard copy have been indispensable. But where he really, really pulled my bootie out of the fire was with cover design. He is a man of many skills and can make garbage look beautiful. I feel like I have learned a lot about cover design since the first book, but I still hope he will help me beautify the second cover, because no one does it like he does.

So, thank you Roy, for being a the World's Greatest husband and father. But thank you ,as well, for all your help with my silly little writing project. It would be nowhere without you.

Happy Father's Day, Honey.

Inception

No... not the blockbuster, mind-blowing movie with the guy from Titanic. My book's inception.

A friend of mine who is reading my book and also happens to be from Montana--gulp!-- asked me how I decided to set the book in Livingston, MT. It is a reasonable question since I am a Puget Sounder who grew up in Arizona. So here is the somewhat embarrassing story of how I chose Livingston for Secrets:


I was at the dentist around this time two years ago and the hygienist was talking my ear off. Since my mouth is open and I can't answer back, I am basically listening to her monologue. She is telling me about the book she just read, and this book happens to be Twilight. I am not terribly interested in the book but I have no choice but to listen. As she rambles on, I take note that the story is set in Forks.

And I say, "Fmngs?"

Because, hello, have you been to Forks? It is the place where you run for beer and chips when you are camping at the beach. Or where you have lunch on your way through Olympic National Park. I'm sorry Twilight fans, it is a sorry place.

So she tells me, and I'm sure you all know, that Stephanie Meyer had never visited Forks (no kidding) but picked it because of the rainfall. Because vamps love the rain, apparently. This caught my imagination because I thought that Twilight could really be a shot in the arm for Forks. Perhaps it has helped, but the only effect I have noticed is a better quality of t-shirt.

Nevertheless, Twilight put Forks on the map.

The light bulb sparks to life over my head. I can write a novel and put some other town on the map, I tell myself. How brilliant of me.

I scurried home and pulled out my maps. Where should the story be? I wanted it in the west because the west rocks. And north because I didn't want my lovers to get too hot. And it needed to be mountain-y because they had to be able to hide a space ship and I love mountains. And, for some long-forgotten reason, it needed to be near a national park.

Then I found Livingston. Perfect. Mountains, Yellowstone, scenic... I was in business.

So I started writing. I figured vampires and wizards had been done, so I was going with aliens. But as I wrote and researched, I realized that Livingston was no Forks. It was a lovely town, so beloved by Robert Redford that he chose it as the location for A River Runs Through It. It was also the setting for The Horse Whisperer. Not to mention that Christopher Paolini is from there, so it is basically the setting for Eragon.

Oops. Didn't I feel dumb. Livingston didn't need me to put it on the map. It was already there. At that point, though, I had put lots of time and effort into the story so I went with it.

And that is the story of why I chose Livingston. I only hope that someday I will get over there and actually see if all the hours I spent on google maps resulted in plausible descriptions of the environs.

One of our greatest Presidents

I am finally recovered enough from camp that I can think fondly back on it and remember funny things. Yes... it really has taken five days to recover. I'm that old.


So, anyway, we are all with the camp counselors and they are prompting the kids on predators and prey and the life cycle and what animal is this and blah, blah, blah... I've stopped listening.

But I was paying attention when they asked which local critter was named after a famous president. The kids hemmed and hawed and struggled and came up with nothing. And then this girl in the back starts frantically waving her hand because she's got it. When they call on her, she enthusiastically announces that it is... John Deere.

Good old John Deere. Our beloved President. So beloved that we named all our tractors after him.

So, the real answer is the Roosevelt Elk. This guy:


Yes, impressive.

Of course, I shouldn't be mocking this poor girl since I had no idea what animal it was. But I still think John Deere is pretty flipping funny.

And they should start teaching history in school, clearly.

How do you like your books: Virtual or Actual?

I can't decide if this picture is creepy or just awesome.

But I digress. So my mother thinks that I should run a bunch of hard copies of my book to sell. How I should sell them, I'm not sure. Door to door with them in a big suitcase? On the street corner, while wearing a banana suit?

Keep in mind that my mother also thinks that the Point Defiance Zoo has a wooly mammoth and that the YMCA doesn't allow women. So she is living in a different world.

This does present a quandry to me, though. I thought that epublishing was the greatest because it was free and instanteous. But so many of my friends don't have access to ebook technology. And that makes me wonder how big of an audience I am missing by just epublishing. Nooks and Kindle sales are growing but lots of people don't have them yet.

But if I made a hundred copies of my book, how would I get them out of my garage? And if someone ordered one, I'd have to go to the post office. I hate the post office.

I don't have an answer to this. Perhaps I am just too lazy for this option. But I do know that virtual or actual, hot guys from the books you read, possibly Edward Cullen or the guy with the abs, will come out of the page and give you a hug.

Welcome to the Jungle

My most excellent friend introduced me to the jungle juice today-- the idea, not the actual drink, sadly. As a fan of alcohol, in general, and punches in specific, I had to check it out.

Below I have copied the recipe. Looking it over, you got to believe that the liquor store would be delighted to see you coming. $ $ $ $

But the thing that really caught my eye was the number of servings the recipe makes.

Jungle Juice recipe

Scale ingredients to servings

1 L Everclear® alcohol
5.25 L(3 1.75L bottles) vodka
1 bottle peach schnapps
1 pint Bacardi® 151 rum
1 bottle 99 Apples® apple schnapps
10 L Sprite® soda
1 L Sunny Delight® orange juice
1 L triple sec
1.75 Lbottle gin
1 bottle DeKuyper® Sour Apple Pucker schnapps
4 bottles Boone's Farm® Strawberry Hill wine
8 L Hawaiian Punch®
2 containers orange juice concentrate
fruit (as much as desired)

Use a large container ie. ice chest or similar. Allow the fruit to soak in all the alcohol for about 4 - 12 hours. Add all the juice and let sit overnight. Serve the next day.

Yes, it says 1.

Can you say "alcohol poisoning." Can you say "fatal alcohol poisoning?"

But I still want to drink it.

Into the wilderness

Yep, that'll be me...sitting by the stunning shores of Lake Crescent in an Adirondack chair, sipping a cocktail, living the high life, just like I deserve.

Sigh... not really. For I am heading into the wilderness with 77 fourth graders. 77 fourth graders who will all want to christen themselves in the waters of Lake Crescent. And run off into the rainforest to see if they can be carried off by a cougar.

So no chairs, no cocktails, just vigilance.
Sigh.

But,really, despite my sighing, I am really excited. As those who know me well know, this is the culmination of a years' labor. When the fourth grade teacher in charge of camp retired last spring, the other teachers said "no way" to taking on the job. At which point I said, "hell yes, my child is going to camp" and happily took on the task of organizing and fundraising and money collection and all that jazz. And here we are... and we are going.

And if I don't come back, hopefully I will have been eaten by a werewolf with rippling abs and not tormented to death by my 10 year old's gone wild.

Pardee out.

March may come in like a lion, but June comes in like a vampire

And not a sparkly, pouty vampire either.

Nor a hot vampire, like Spike here.








But a nasty, rabid, anemic vampire that grabs a hold of your jugular and keeps chewing until there isn't an ounce of life left in you.



But that's just me.

How's your June going?