On Themes and Writing Girl Stuff with Boys in the House

I think I've given up on the ideas of "theme days" around here. I should have known better than to try something so coordinated.

I have started querying agents with my tween verse novel, and I'm finishing up revisions on my boy middle grade. The latter was written with my boys in mind, but if I don't get cracking on it, they'll be beyond the targeted age range soon.  However, they are happy to see me back to work on the boy book. They weren't too happy to look over my shoulder to see me working on "girly" stuff.

"What's that one about, Mom?"

"A first kiss."

"Ewwwwwwwwww."  And then they would run off to build something out of Legos and leave me to my work.

Happy Birthday Son One

Today I have become the mother of a teenager. That must be why I feel so exhausted. The other one crosses the threshold to his first double digit year on Monday. 

Taking Off and Landing

My husband's military career is ending, while my writing career appears to be on a climb. It's a funny juxtaposition, he and I, sitting in our shared office lit with the glow of our respective computers. He is looking for a civilian job. I am looking for an agent. There in the late and the early hours, we share our yes's and no's and maybe's .. the possible and the impossible .. and most importantly, the hoped for.

It's an adventure. That much is certain. About a month from now we'll have a ceremony with plaques and barbecue and important people in sharp blue uniforms with lots of shiny dangly things. And then we'll be free to pursue Act II of our lives together.

Off we go .. into the wild blue yonder!

Lost In the Crayon Factory

Oooopsies .. It has been nearly a month since I posted. Sorry. I've been busy on my day job, plus I've just started to send out queries on the free verse novel.

I will be able to come up for air sometime around Tuesday, I think. But it will be brief.

Life has really turned into a roller coaster as of late, so I will try to post during the slow climbs, but just bear with me when I disappear through all those unexpected upside down whooshes.