I’m preparing for a move. That can be exhausting enough but this move will be a little different. We will be moving to our property and living in an RV/tents this summer while our house is being built. I’m trying to figure out all the things we will need and the things we won’t need so it won’t take up valuable space.
It should be an exciting adventure. I’m just trying to make sure our family is as ready as they can be for the change. I am looking forward to less screen time as a family. Hopefully we can go on some fun hikes. The boys are hoping to find elk horns, since we have a herd that moves through the property.
Me . . . I’m a little worried about the cougars and bears. I’m trying to build a chicken coop that will hopefully be predator resistant.
Sadly with some of this change I’ve been a little slower than I planned on getting the second book of Soul Conquest out. I’m very close. Hopefully once we are settled in I will have lots of time to finish getting it ready to send to my editor.
Now back to cleaning and packing.
When I write I prefer to do so in silence. I’ve heard that a lot of authors like to listen to certain music when they’re writing but I can’t do it. It’s far to distracting. I don’t even listen to classical. I do love music and sometimes a certain song will ring true to a story I’m writing.
That was true at the time that I was writing “Soul Conquest The Ultimate Trial.” Two songs really seemed to fit the mood of the book. The first is from the group Creed, and the song is “One Last Breath.” The other song that fit my book was “Boulevard of Broken Dreams,” by Green Day. I usually listen to the radio versions though, which takes out the cussing.
My general taste in music is top 40 songs that aren’t explicit or openly sexual in nature. Some of the groups I listen to are; One Republic, Imagine Dragons, and Coldplay. I also like most 80’s music. I like a lot of other music as well but don’t pay attention to the group or the song title.
If you’ve read my book check out the music and lyrics to both songs and tell me what you think. Also if you write, do you listen to music?
I received a mother’s day gift from my husband a little early this year. He was super excited and made sure to catch my reaction on video. As you can see it’s not the usual present.
I had mentioned a few weeks ago as we were out working on the property that I had seen smaller chainsaws and thought it would be cool to get one in the future so that I could help with some of the bigger jobs. I can’t handle his big one.
He remembered the comment and went to check them out. Turned out this one was on sale. So like a puppy in the window it came home with him.
A very cute side to this whole thing is that my eight year old saw that his dad gave me a mother’s day gift early and that made him want to do the same. I could not convince him to wait until Sunday. The flowers come out of the pot and have things written on the back, such as, do chores without fussing, etc. I LOVE BEING A MOM!!!!
Happy Mothers Day to all of you woman out there who have children or make a difference in a child’s life!
If you have a fun mothers day gift story from the past please share?
I remember when I used to be able to sleep anywhere. It didn’t matter if it was concrete, wood, grass, couch, or carpet. Now, even with a comfortable bed I might not sleep that well.
The first thing I thought of when I saw my son asleep on the kitchen tile floor was of all of the comfortable places to sleep in this house, why there? The very next thought was how tired he must be. It wasn’t until a couple of days later I remembered doing the same thing when I was about his age. I mean not exactly, but I do remember falling asleep on a concrete floor and feeling stiff but rested when I woke up.
How easily we forget. It’s nice to have those little reminders of my youth when I watch my kids. All kinds of memories surfaced when I thought about his crazy choice of sleeping areas.
One such memory was when we went camping in the Mt. Rainer National Forest and we, my two sisters and I, were all sleeping in two sleeping bags that were zipped together so that they were bigger. My dad had heated some rocks around the campfire and put them at the bottom of our sleeping bag. It was warm and cozy. There was however this one rock that was right where I was lying. I adjusted myself around that rock until I was comfortable and woke up the next morning very rested.
If you have a fun memory of sleeping in strange places as a teenager, please share.