I’d rather be just about anywhere else, but Jake wanted to come this morning, and I’m sick of arguing with him. Don’t have the energy to fight. I hardly do these days. It’s a blessing, I’m sure, or else I would have said some nasty things by now. Not the kind of things you apologize for in the morning when you wake up and your mascara’s caked onto your face and your eye sockets are so puffy and black you’d frighten a raccoon. I’m talking about the really bad things. The things that destroy couples, even ones who haven’t gone through half of what we have.
Four hundred and fifteen points. I added it up once. I found this quiz online, and it’s supposed to tell how much stress you’ve gone through in the past twelve months. Getting married, that’s a hundred points right there. Pregnancy racks up another sixty, which is half of what you get when you add a roommate, and in the past year I went from living by myself to sharing a trailer with two adults and a newborn. Fifty points for moving? Yeah, does living in a hospital room count?
There was even a category for serious illness in the family, which added on another eighty tallies. As if getting married is more stressful. Of course, serious illness could mean anything from measles to cancer. Whatever psychologist or clickbait-hungry web designer invented the quiz, what would they know?
Imagine being an artist, being so passionate about your creations, so enslaved to your Muse ... but the only art you can create is what the government tells you to.
There’s nothing like travelling four thousand miles away from home to teach you about a phobia you never realized you had.
I knew the trip to get from Nowhere, Alaska to Seoul, South Korea would be long, and I packed my books, my journal, my laptop … and that was just for the flight over.
I was prepared.
Or so I thought.
Summer's come to Alaska! That means mosquitoes, BBQs, and lots of sunshine. And by lots of sunshine, I basically mean that you could comfortably read a book outside at 1 am (unless you're worried about the mosquitoes carrying you off).
Summer in our home means gardens, hikes, and baby chicks! We're all enjoying every minute of it (and we have the mosquito bites to prove it).
Summer also means it's time for my annual PAPERBACK BLOWOUT SALE ...
I’ve lost track of the people who’ve come up to me and asked, “How do you get it all done?” This always makes me chuckle because they actually assume I do get it all done! (They obviously haven't seen my house.)
First of all, my life was drastically simplified when we moved from Anchorage (where we had two or three scheduled homeschool get-togethers or extracurricular activities scheduled a week) to a much more rural setting. (Read between the lines: There’s not a whole lot to do here outside of the home!)
Ok, it's a little embarrassing to admit. Scott and I have been married since 2004, we've got what I'd call a very close and loving relationship, and I consider him my biggest source of emotional support and encouragement when it comes to my novel writing.
But he's never read a single one of my books.
But hold it. Don't form an angry mob quite yet. There's actually a very compelling reason why Scott hasn't picked up any of my novels.
Earlier this week I blogged about my grandma's prayer legacy, and I mentioned that the character Grandma Lucy who first appears in Turbulence is based off her.
Today I'm sharing a snippet from Turbulence that will give you a little insight into the boldness of Grandma Lucy and why so many fans of the Kennedy Stern series have grown to admire Kennedy's new friend.
At the end of each of my novels, I like to thank the people who were involved in putting it all together. This almost always includes my editors (aka typo slayers), the members of my Facebook group (aka cheerleaders), and my family.
But sometimes I wonder exactly where I’d be if it weren’t for the prayers of one of my biggest fans, my grandma, who passed on peacefully to receive her eternal reward last summer.
Grandma grew up as a missionary kid in China. Her early days were filled with memories of war and terror when the Japanese bombed Shanghai. Later on in life, she went to smuggle Bibles back into China regularly … all the way into her seventies!
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For the past couple Christian Fiction Friday posts, I've talked about this recurring character that shows up in a lot of my novels. I'm not talking about someone like the mysterious red-haired journalist who keeps popping in (who IS he, by the way?!). I'm talking about the same character type that seems to show up no matter what I'm writing.
She's always smart, worldly, a full of life, and she always is the roommate of a tamer, more introverted main character.
A few weeks ago, I introduced you to Willow, Kennedy's everyone-learns-to-love-her-in-spite-of-her-weird-hair-styles roommate in the Kennedy Stern series. Last week, you met Mee-Kyong, the feisty, street-smart North Korean inmate from The Beloved Daughter.
Today, I'm sharing a snippet about Chun-Hee. Never heard of her? That's probably because she belongs to my Agent Ko spy thriller series, which is published under a slightly different name since the characters are grittier and the story lines more intense than an Alana Terry Christian fiction novel.
But ... surprisingly or not ... Agent Ko finds herself indebted to a roommate who's like Willow with black hair or Mee-Kyong outside of a North Korean prison camp.