You’re letting your daughter wear that?!

“You’re letting your daughter wear that?!” The tone of her voice inferred many, many more question marks and exclamation points.

 

I’d showed an acquaintance a picture of Thing 1 in her homecoming dress and received that particular comment. It is a beautiful creation, floor-length with bead and lace applique over the bodice and shoulders. There were no bits or body parts hanging out, no straps showing or peek-a-boo features. Thing 1 had picked the dress and paid for half of it, our requirement to make sure she picks something we all agree on and is appropriate. She was beautiful in the dress. You decide:

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(I swear, my children aren’t headless…)

So when this other mother made her comment, my inner MamaBear heckled. In true in-your-face fashion, I asked (as calmly as possible) what she thought was wrong with the dress. “It just seems a bit revealing and over the top.” (insert snide smile before she turned to leave)

 

At first, I was angry. The dress is nowhere near immodest OR revealing (in my opinion), unless you require all girls to wear turtlenecks. Then it made me think back to the comment the same lady made about my nose ring. It’s as if she likes picking at trivial, physical matters.

 

And it’s not as if I haven’t stuck my foot in my mouth. I do…often. But I hope anyone who reads this remembers that Jesus didn’t hang out exclusively with the perfectly dressed. If you’re passionate about something, I get it! But what I chose to wear or allow my kid to wear doesn’t affect our salvation. And shaming another Christian into a corner isn’t the answer either.

 

It’s a dress. Move on and let go.

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(giphy.com)

P.S. I’ve already had the “stumbling block” verse thrown at my head for said nose ring. But if it makes you feel better, have at it.


Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up.

I filled out a stack of paperwork last week for my agent: forms for my bio, a W9, project sheets, proposals, and my blood type. No, just kidding on that one. Maybe. And there’s more to do, including a new photograph.

 

To be honest, headshots stress me out. Do I go with a natural, outdoorsy feel or an inside picture? Hands down and clasped together or under my cheek? Glasses on or off? Smile with teeth or without? Props?

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Of course, I’m waiting until after my hair appointment this week to tackle this issue, but I’m still wrestling with doubt and anxiety. Never was one to take many pictures of myself. My “selfies” list on my phone are 99% pictures of my spawn. Dirty Hobbitses.

 

When I do have pictures taken, even with the fam, I over-analyze. I’m slouching. My teeth aren’t white enough. I have a double-chin from looking down.  There’s glare on my glasses. And why in the world was I wearing a blazer? I don’t wear blazers.

 

I’d say wish me luck, but I actually don’t believe in it. But I do believe in the powers of an amazing photographer and filters.

 

Given a choice, I’d have a avatar of a winking cat as my picture (like this guy from mrwallpaper.com).

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I mean…it looks just like me. Close enough…


I’m a Bookie

It really wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. My Mount Hermon mentor, Sarah Sundin, wanted to touch bases with me about my writing. Our original meeting had been bumped, so we opted to meet in the ice cream shop one night.

 

Let me just say that some of my finer author geek-out moments have been in that same shop: staring at Steve Laube and helping my friend stay calm when Robin Gunn Jones was seated near our table. I’m known for my ability to stalk. I present into evidence, Francine Rivers’ pretty umbrella on the right:

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But I digress…

 

So Sarah and I settled into a corner booth. I don’t even remember if we were very far into our conversation when Rachel Kent sauntered in for her own treat. Sarah invited her over to sit with us. I felt like the new kid sitting across the table, trying not to dribble ice cream on my shirt and give halfway intelligent answers. At the end of our cones/styrofoam bowls, Rachel asked me to send in my first three chapters.

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Today, I’m pleased to announce that Rachel is my agent with Books & Such Agency! (They call their authors Bookies.)

 

“But wait, Sarah, you said you were going indie!”

 

Yes. Yes, I did. However, God decided that I needed one of these:

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And if that’s all it takes to get my attention this time, I’ll take it!


Rabid Sports Fan

I have a confession this morning. You know those insane sports fans who lose it at the umpires/referees/officials? The ones who are cringe worthy and should keep their big, fat mouths shut? That was me last night.

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I should’ve shut up and kept updating my friend on my phone. But my brain had other ideas. And it was too late when I realized that I looked like a raging idiot. Why couldn’t I edit myself?

 

There was certainly no love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, or gentleness. Self-control?

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This morning, I’m dealing with a few issues.

  1. I’m embarrassed that I was a rabid moron.
  2. Thankfully, the season is over, so I have no more opportunities to transform into another idiot.
  3. I still believe the referee made terrible calls.
  4. …but that doesn’t excuse my actions.

 

I’m not looking for sympathy here. Just telling you all that recognizing one’s idiocy on a public blog helps keep my humility in check. It’s like letting you be a part of my face palm moment. And I have loads of them.

 

Maybe you do too. Feel free to blabber away or head slap me. 😉


2017 WCCW, Part Deux

So you already know that I volunteered at WCCW 2017 and had a blast. This post tells a lil’ bit about what I experienced.

Happiness – I was able to reconnect with several friends I had previously met at Mount Hermon. Two people especially important to me are John Vonhof and Sarah Sundin.

John runs the manuscript retrieval at Mount Hermon. He’s the guy with the MASSIVE line after the first lunch (or dinner), as writers jockey for position to finally get their hands on the submissions they turned in for critiques or editor consideration. Both he and Joanne Bischof were the two who kept me from leaving Mount Hermon that first year, after a particular encounter. But that is a skeleton in my closet (as Tosca says) that I learned from.

It was a delight to visit with John at WCCW. He is a genuine person who cares about other authors. He has a brilliant podcast, where he interviews other writers, Writers & Authors on Fire. You should hop on over—you won’t regret it!

Sarah Sundin was my mentor at Mount Hermon last year. There I was, the lowly contemporary YA author in a class of historical romance authors, and she took my sarcasm in stride. God placed her directly in my path as my teacher and friend. And while I’m not sure if historical romance will be on my plate in the future, her award-winning books still teach me when I reread them. Plus, she’s just fabulous! I TOTALLY spaced and didn’t get a picture with her.

And my happiness section would NOT be complete without Cathy Elliott. She is a leader at my local writers group and was the WCCW Coaching and Critique Director. She’s also been a dear friend, my consummate cheerleader for nearly three years. I was so happy/relieved/excited to see her after a meeting with a critique staff member. To know Cathy is to be blessed.

Exhaustion – Anyone who says they aren’t tired after a conference is a LLPOF (liar, liar, pants on fire). Beside the physical aspect of going from class to sessions and meals, there is an entire mental side. Yup—you go mental. Think of yourself standing on a pretty beach, with blue skies and white puffy clouds. You see the wave of information coming and it’s what you can’t wait to experience it all. Suddenly, you’re gasping for air, sand in places you never thought possible, because the wave was a tsunami. But it’s the best kind of exhaustion.

And I was a numbskull and drove 3 ½ hours home on Friday afternoon for Thing 1’s homecoming because I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Yeah…arriving back at 1:30 a.m. for 6:15 alarm isn’t the best decision. But I’m only young in my head once!

Humiliation – You go to a conference to learn. There are amazing teachers and fantastic speakers, people who are much farther in the author journey than where I am now.

Hey, readers, I’m not published yet. Yes, I’ve won a couple of contests and awards, but I’m still on this road to becoming “A Real Author.” So when another author shared that they were published the first go-round or that it (insert chipper voice) “only took a couple of tries,” I felt like the bottom of my favorite shoes.

Triumph – But in the same breath as humiliation, I know that I am a writer. Tosca Lee taught me that I can say “crappy” and “suck” because I am leveraging what I’m good at—sarcastic YA in the CBA market. She showed me to learn from the skeletons that I keep hidden from readers and to divorce my ego.

I hunted Michelle Ule down and we briefly met face to face for the first time in two years. Next time, Michelle, I’ll weasel in more time.

Kathi Lipp (who I stalked, and then we were interrupted like 9 million times…or three) struck a chord deep within me during her marketing class when she commented that writing realistic fiction is hard. Brought tears to my eyes. This is me—this is what I’m writing. And while I may not corner the market in clutter-free living (please never visit my house, Kathi), I’m going to try and position myself to be the best sarcastic YA writer in the CBA realm. Gonna chase that hashtag dream and maybe I’ll be on the first page of a Google search someday!

Guess what?! WCCW will be back in 2019. It’s two days of your writerly life. I’m planning on going again, with Rosemary. We like driving around Pleasanton, debating fictional worlds, and she doesn’t judge my caffeine intake. Maybe Susy Flory will let me fling around again, delivering name tags. Perhaps I’ll point the staff meeting location to Karen Ball with confidence this time.

Or maybe I’ll see some of you! And good luck to the noobs trying to keep all of the Cathy/Kathi/Kathy’s straight!


2017 WCCW Conference, Act 1

A few days ago, I was happily ensconced (yes, I use that word) at Crosswinds Church in Pleasanton, California with my friend Rosemary. It was dreary and cold outside, spitting raindrops, but the covered patio was toasty from the overhead heaters. Actually, I was inside and the attendees were outside, looking at me through the glass garage doors. So began both of my two days at the 2017 West Coast Christian Writers Conference (WCCW).

 

When I signed up back in December, I’d also volunteered to help at the registration table. That kind of stuff is my jam: alphabetizing name tags, sorting alphabetized stations, and handing out alphabetized stuff. Noticing a pattern here? You’d never guess it from my home, but I like organization. I pack in full outfits only after I’ve set the entire outfit out on the bed. Everything jumbled in my purse is there in a certain order or pocket. Please … for the love of my sanity, don’t move stuff from the pockets to be helpful.

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Imagine my surprise when, instead of blissfully trotting through the alphabet, I was making signs with Sharpies, running name tags to staff members (and trying to get those ready while they were praying), and then greeting people the second day.

 

Note: I don’t greet. Let me rephrase that: I’m not a natural greeter. Walmart would fire me. I’m naturally suspicious and only give sidearm hugs to people I don’t know… if I’m forced to.

 

Here’s the thing: I loved running around like a chicken with its head cut off (sidebar: this does happen due to nerves, folks). I pointed out the bathroom locations. Told Karen Ball the wrong place for the staff meeting (still embarrassed about that!). Tracked down lost lunch stickers. Even in stack-heeled boots, I believe I burned more calories in those two days than in the entire month of February. And getting asked TWICE if I was Rosemary’s sister was stinking fabulous!

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Stayed tuned for Part Deux of my WCCW report, where I’ll dive in a bit deeper. My thigh muscles are still recovering.


Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

AH!!!! My brain just imploded, then exploded. After I cleaned up the mess, I read the blurb again. Cue the

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What is so amazing and wonderful? Let me show you the bit from Wikipedia:

“On September 14, 2015, it was reported a new film was in development by Walt Disney Pictures. The film will take place 20 years after the first, featuring a standalone narrative based on the remaining seven books in the series. Rob Marshall has been hired to direct, while John DeLuca and Marc Platt will serve as producers.

On April 25, 2016, Disney confirmed that Emily Blunt and Lin-Manuel Miranda will star in the sequel as Mary Poppins and Jack, a street lamplighter, respectively. It was announced on May 31, 2016, that the film will be titled Mary Poppins Returns and take place in Depression-era London, 20 years after the original film. It is set to be released on December 25, 2018. The cast will also include Meryl Streep as Mary’s cousin Topsy, Ben Whishaw as Michael Banks, Emily Mortimer as Jane Banks, and Colin Firth as William Weatherall Wilkins, the president of Fidelity Fiduciary Bank. Dick Van Dyke has confirmed he will appear in a cameo role for the film. In December 2016, it was announced that Angela Lansbury had joined the cast in an unspecified role.

Filming is expected to begin on January 31st, 2017.”

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THAT WAS TUESDAY!!!!!

You know that I’m not a particular fan of remakes. But I am hoping this sequel is every bit as extravagant as the original. Please, please, please have Julie Andrews as a cameo!!! I’ll be the one crying when she’s on screen.

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My Smallish Journey

Let me take you on a smallish journey.

 

“Write a book,” they said.

 

“It’ll be easy,” they said.

 

Crazy thing is, that “they” are right. It is simple to pull up a word processor and tippity-tap out sentences and ideas. I alone am the master of my domain, from sarcastic teenage responses to editing out cliché descriptions.

 

The part that “they” don’t know about is everything else. Writing articles, blog posts, and a book while working a full-time job, a weekend job, being a mom-taxi, Sunday School teacher, and fill-in-the-blank is draining. My writing suffers. And when my characters won’t behave in my mind and keep me up until midnight, tinkering with ideas, the other parts of my life demand coffee.

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But…

 

That woe-is-me paragraph above is nothing compared to the feeling of finishing a chapter of the book I’m working on. Or the sentence that makes me cry while I’m writing it. Reading a critique from a partner that forces me to look at a section harder, to edit and be honest. I love writing bits that make me laugh, imagining Thing 1’s face because I borrowed directly from our conversations.

 

The thing is that writing is hard. There’s grammar, syntax, plot, blah, blah, blah. Edits and critiques that give me whiplash.

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I look at drivers in cars and wonder why he is staring into the distance. Or why the sad, deflated balloon landed against my fence. Did it blow down from a birthday party? A baby shower for a couple who finally is expecting after years of infertility? Was it released to remember someone’s dad, grandpa or sister?

 

This is why I love writing the stories in my head. Yes, it’s hard. Yes, I stay up way past my bedtime. But, if you happen to be up way past your bedtime, shoot me a message on FB. I may be up too.


A Peculiar Review

This is Scarlet. She has a mustache. Her magical powers include pretending to read or laying down in front of my books while I’m reading. She is also a natural model.

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So I’m a bit tardy to the party with this book review. It’s already been made into a movie and released to DVD/BluRay.

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I borrowed Thing 1’s copy of “Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children” last week. Scarlet also decided to peruse. She liked the pictures, albeit creepy, the best. I’d seen the trailer for the movie, aimed towards middle school-high school (in my opinion) and decided it was right up my alley.

 

When Jacob discovers clues to a mystery that stretches across time, he finds Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. But the danger deepens after he gets to know the residents and learns about their special powers.” – IMDB

 

Lo and behold, I thought it was…okay. Don’t throw rotten fruit at me. It wasn’t the POV (point of view) or the setting. The forward movement and not-so-subtle “this is the bad guy” weren’t bad either. My sticker shock was the swearing. Yes, I know people talk like this, but I didn’t expect it in a book geared towards younger readers (the New York Times best seller list for children’s chapter books).

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If you want to lend it to a 10-12 year old, it’s easy enough to read, but just keep in mind that there are some colorful words along the way. Gratefully, not more than a handful. But when you’re expecting none, a handful is a bunch. In all honesty, I didn’t look at the pictures very much because I didn’t want nightmares.


Jenae’s Blog Post

A friend told me last night, “So Sarah, you haven’t done a new blog. I’ve been looking.”  Here you go, Jenae. Hold me accountable. Whatever.

Everyone over the various versions of the creeping crud? It made its rounds through my house, myself included, complete with a fever that made me see things. Good times. Also made for some interesting Kim Carnes impersonations.

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I’m headed to WCCW next month with Rosemary. A few of my friends from my local writers group are going too. Shenanigans will happen! *whispers* I’ll make them happen…

Applied my room discount to the 2017 Realm Makers hotel reservation. I’m overly excited to meet a few of my friends in person, like De (Deanna Fugett, really, but I’m lazy and she gets one syllable).
Racked up another rejection. Changed my nose ring. Moved forward, them backwards and forward again on the book cover. Made some inquiries on stuff.

It’s all a bunch of busy nothingness.

A month of not posting and I have nothing new to report. I’m a bore!

My New Years resolution was to never make any. So far, I’m doing well.

A bunch of writers on Facebook are picking words to inspire them for the year ahead. The first thing in my mind was “push.” Then, I thought that it could be contrived into potty talk. The only other word was “shenanigans.” I can do that! I can even inspire others to bouts of nonsense.
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Stick around. Next up will be my review of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. And a picture of my cat. Then Sherlock, because the drought is over and we are headed for another.


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