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Happy Breakfast Chia Pudding

Something I’ve been loving late is coconut chia pudding. It’s so easy, takes like 3 minutes to make, and serves you for days. My friend Stephanie introduced me to it in New York (she also introduced me to halal cart-style chicken and rice, which I’m obsessed with and made last night) and I love it. (Many good things come from knowing Stephanie.)

Put one can of coconut milk, light or not, into a small bowl and add 1/4 cup chia seeds. Add some unsweetened flaked coconut if you like it, and I love throwing in a handful of golden raisins (they plump up so sweetly). Add a dash of vanilla (or forget it like I usually do). Stir and chill overnight. In the morning, add some granola, mix it in, and DAMN THAT’S GOOD. You can add a squirt of sweetener, honey or maple syrup or agave nectar to the bowl when you’re making it, but I find the coconut milk itself so sweet I don’t need it, plus my granola has a little honey in it.

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*Not coconut cream! That has all sorts of sugar and preservatives and literally kicked off my gallbladder explosion a few years ago when I got the two confused while making a (really terrible) Thai curry. I couldn’t look coconut anything in the face for a couple of years as I recovered from that insane level of sickness followed by surgery and three days in the hospital. Little did I know that coconut creme is toxic sludge compared to coconut milk. I’m so happy coconut likes me again.

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On the Yearning for a Beautiful Feed When Life Gets In the Way

There should be a fancy German word for the yearning to quickly create something that will look beautiful on goddamn Instagram.

I have a new routine (and you know I love me some new routines), and it involves me getting up at five in the morning (yes, this is what some self-employed people do). I do a bunch of things that are good for me (yoga! meditation! journaling!), and then I’m working by 7:30 AM.

If you subscribe to Cal Newport’s Deep Work theory, which I do, you know we only have 3 to 4 hours (at most) of excellent thinking in us per day. I write from 7:30 till about noon when I’m done with my heavy lifting.

Since I start so early, lately I’ve been giving myself a nice big fat lunch break. Sometimes it involves a long nap, sometimes a dip in the hot tub (more on this soon) — it always involves reading a book.

Then I quick-change into a different hat. Afternoons are devoted to important business stuff like email and marketing and eating vast amounts of cheddar popcorn from Trader Joe’s.

But, dude, I’m kind of wiped out by the time it’s four or five. That’s when I start scrolling Instagram, the only almost-safe social media platform left when it comes to not getting triggered by politics.

And when I’m scrolling, what I’m really doing is yearning for another–different–outlet. What if my business was actually making and sewing red buttons to black velvet? What if I cast spells and drew tarot cards online? What if I calligraphed heartfelt sayings and sold them to the highest bidder?

I’m not saying I want to do any of these things. The opposite — I have the best job in the world, and I truly wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

But I yearn for a beautiful Instagram feed. Right now, my feed is full of the rescued puppies, some selfies, and more pictures of puppies.

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(Video via puppy-comadre, my sister Bethany.)

My Insta feed feels a little bit like my house does. Cluttered and untidy, but 100% the place I want most to be. (Literally something that just happened two seconds ago — I tried to put on my slippers which were under my desk, and I had to shake cheese popcorn out of them first.)

What does this all mean?

Perhaps this afternoon’s musing is about honoring that desire to capture something beautiful and to set it next to reality.

My life is messy and full of puppy poop. But it’s also chock full of love and laughter and light and grace and gratefulness.

Pensive Iris

I think I’m going to try to write more frequent posts (without rules – I set myself a rule of one a day and immediately didn’t feel like doing it). I think I’ll do calligraphy of my own quotes. They’ll be awkward and a little sloppy and completely heartfelt. I either continue it or I’ll stop, either is fine.

I’m getting better at understanding that life is okay just the way it is, and that I’m just fine, where I am, in this seat, even when I’m sitting on ground popcorn cheese (perhaps especially then).

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Writers Digest PDFs! Grab ’em now!

FREE PDFs TO MY LESSONS BECAUSE I ROYALLY SCREWED UP – As I usually do when I teach, I promised all the people who were in my sessions at Writers Digest Conference last weekend that they didn’t have to take notes or take pictures of my PowerPoint slides — if they signed up for my email list, I would send them the PDF of the sessions. It’s a great bribe – it always works, and it’s totally win-win.

Guess what? I’ve misplaced two of the three email lists from the sessions I presented. Those emails aren’t lost, but I put them somewhere so incredibly safe that I haven’t been able to find them yet. This makes me feel like a big old jerk. I promised the PDFs, and now I’m not sending them – who does that?

So I’m putting them up here today. If you have any interest in downloading PDFs of my one hour classes on

Find Success Writing Romance PDF 1 Hour Session

or

Fast-Draft Your Memoir PDF 1 Hour Session

even if you weren’t in New York at the conference, click those links and grab them for yourself. (Limited time! I’ll probably take these down after everyone who gave me their email in New York comes looking for me. If you’re one of those people, or even if you’re not – please sign up for my weekly writer’s email list in trade? Link below. Thank you!)

And if you know where those email addresses are stashed, please let me know. I think my favorite sunglasses might be with them.

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Plot MD

Last night, I went to hear my dear friend Adrienne Bell teach from her book, Plot MD: Your Personal Prescription for Crafting Compelling Stories. You know that thing where you believe you know how awesome your friends are and then they blow you away? (It’s always one of the most delicious surprises of life.) Yeah, that happened.

I love Adrienne’s book. I’ve had her on my podcast. And still, hearing her speak about her method of generating organic story structure for novelists absolutely rocked my world.

See, I just got my revision letter for the thriller that’s coming out next year. It’s probably the nicest revision letter I’ve ever gotten. I know how to make all the fixes, and I can’t wait to do so. However, I had this niggling feeling that I still didn’t understand the characters as much as I needed to in order to create a truly effective emotional journey for my reader.

There, speaking into the microphone to a packed house, Adrienne walked us through her character arc worksheet.

People, going into this revision and listening to her, I suddenly know incredibly clearly what I need to do for my main character.

And you know why I had such a revelation?

Because I finally filled out the character arc worksheet on paper.

Adrienne’s is a completely unique way of looking at character change, one that I’ve never seen anyone else teach.

When I’d read her book, of course, I’d read the worksheet.

But you know how you do. You read the book, you think through the exercises, but you don’t do them. You think you’ve gotten it.

I am reminded, again, that this methodology does not work! For you writers out there, I can’t recommend more highly getting her book and DOING the worksheets.

My own book has cracked wide open, and the answers to my problems with the main character were solved in a few directed moments of thought last night.

Then I went to the cafe this morning and mapped it out for the other characters. It was INSANELY HELPFUL.

Dance with the scratch paper that brought you

Adrienne is the magical plot whisper for our time, and if you need help with your plot, I definitely think you should hire her. (She coaches!) I am planning to when I need her, which I will on the next book! (She finally said yes, that she’ll accept money from a friend because we are business-women, damn it!)

*I’m not an affiliate. I just love her and she’s magic. 

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Thrilling News!

I worked 911 dispatch for seventeen years. As I’m incredibly young, this might come as a shock to you. How could this be true? I know, I really have no idea.

Two and a half years ago, I left that job to become a full-time writer. It was a huge leap of faith, but it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Obviously, while I was working 911, I couldn’t write about a dispatcher. Even though I write fiction, and I make everything up, it wouldn’t have reflected well on the agency I worked for. Any news outlet that wanted to talk about my book would link it back to that agency, and I didn’t want to lose my job.

But heck! When I stopped working and went full-time? All bets were off.

I could finally write the book of my heart.

And today I am able to announce to you that my very first thriller, Stolen Things, will be coming out in August 2019, from Dutton Books/Penguin. From today’s Publisher’s Marketplace’s announcement:

In Stolen Things, Laurie answers 911, and the voice on the other end is her sixteen-year-old daughter. Jojo is in the dark, something really bad has happened, and her mother must find her. (And that’s just the beginning!)

I AM SO EXCITED! My new editor, Stephanie Kelly, is the absolute tops, and I’m already loving working with her. She really gets every single thing I was trying to do with this book, and she’s helping me make it my best book so far.

And I could never have done this without my beloved agent, Susanna Einstein, who took this book through endless iterations, each time getting me to up the tension and pacing (because I like too many slow, sweet moments to be appropriate for a thriller).

I can’t wait for y’all to read this. Feeling so happy and grateful.

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I Talked To Strangers About Politics and Didn’t Die

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On Saturday, I went out to register voters. I was stumping for a congressional candidate on Saturday (Josh Harder, who is absolutely blowing his shot to have his campaign slogan be VOTE HARDER but seems like a great candidate). I never thought I’d be the person to stand on a corner, asking strangers to talk about politics. But 2018 isn’t like other years, is it?

Two of my best friends and I went together to join a Swing Left campaign. The whole idea behind to Swing Left is to flip the House to a Democratic majority. They match you up with the district nearest you that needs help with this. (Put in your own zip code!)

While we worked on Saturday, we were official volunteers with the Tracy Democrats Club, badges and everything.

Me, Juliet Blackwell, and Adrienne Bell

We stood around the mall and tried to get people to talk to us.

And it went exactly as you think it would. Most people gave us the headshake or the deer in the headlights look as they raced past as fast as they could.

I get it. I am always that guy. Where I live in Oakland, wherever I go there’s a paid person trying to get my name on some kind of petition.

On this: I have a friend who works in self-defense, and she noticed one day that these paid signature gatherers were using tactics that only people with bad boundaries use. In other words, they were being paid to be well trained and excellent harassers.

So she doubled back and told them of her interest in this fact, and got them to talk to her about how they work. They are trained not to respond to obvious clues like protective language and body movements, the things we all take for granted. The funniest part was when she left, he attempted his spiel for real on her again.

Those are the people that terrify me. I will go a block out of my way to avoid passing in front of one.

Me and my pals? We were not professionals.

We would ask, we’d get shot down, and we’d smile and wait for the opportunity to try again. (Seriously, send writers to do these jobs! We are PROS at rejection! Get out of your face? Of course, sir! Ma’am, may I talk to you?)

I think my favorite answer was one woman who barked, “I don’t talk politics with anyone!” I can totally respect that.

But the answers that broke my heart were the ones we got from people who said they were too disheartened to vote. They were distraught with the direction of the country and truly thought their vote wouldn’t change anything.

Of course, we know this might be true! That’s heartbreaking in another, agonizing way.

But we have to fight. We have to do things we don’t want to do. We have to push past comfort points. Yes, it does wonders for the soul to hold the sign and stand in the middle of the street and shout at the top of your lungs how enraged you are with the injustices of this country.

Going to a protest doesn’t do very much, though.

We all know that in our hearts, even though we hate to admit it. We’re shouting into echo chambers made of high-rise walls.

Getting out there, trying to get people to register to vote, telling them about the Democratic candidate who could make a difference in their district, that felt like doing something for once. (We weren’t arguing politics. We didn’t engage with Republicans. No one ever changed their mind based on a conversation with a stranger in a mall. We were focused on one thing: Getting our voters out in November.)

And while it was truly AGONIZING, I’ll do it again. And I’ll probably be exactly as uncomfortable next time. That’s okay. It fed my soul more than making a banner.

Are you registered?

Edited to add: I’ll knit a pair of socks (my choice of colors – I have to enjoy it!) for the first three people who register (who weren’t before) and pledge to vote! (You’ll send me a pic of yourself with your “I Voted” sticker and get the socks! It’ll be November and getting cold!) Don’t you need socks? GO HERE to find out how to do it in your state and then let me know! First three get ’em.

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First Facebook Live!

First Facebook Live ever!

There’s a live puppy at 7:10.

 

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What a Difference a Day Makes #510pups

Early this morning I got a text from Bethany: I think someone might be having puppies.

I knew she was wrong – I’d palpated Little Molly’s (the weekend rescue) belly just the day before, wondering if she was preggers and hadn’t felt a thing. She didn’t bulge anywhere. I called her back. “We should go to the vet right now. She’s not pregnant, so if she’s in pain like that, there much be something really wrong.”

Bethany said, “No. It’s labor.”

Still not believing her, I said, “I’m on my way.”

She was right. She’s usually right. Sure enough, Little Molly popped out two puppers. The first took a while and was stressful for all of us, but she did everything right and little Athol was born and cleaned and (s)he suckled right away.

Iris basically fell out with no ceremony, so I think Little Molly was surprised and didn’t do the same amount of work. We had to help a little more.

All three are healthy and Little Molly is doing a great job. Bethany and I are going to share foster duties till they can all be adopted. (Maybe YOU need a wee darling! Little Molly is so sweet I feel these matching pups are going to be the same.)

But whoa, this was a HELL of a surprise. What a fine one, though. And how lucky I feel that I could take the day off work and watch.

Welcome, wee ones. You’re going to have great lives.

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Little Molly, A Dog Made of Love

I’ve written many times about the way my car seems to attract animals. At all times, I keep in my glovebox a leash and a small can of wet cat food (this smells good to all kinds of animals).

Driving home on Saturday, I turned onto our street and saw a woman letting two small dogs run around in the middle of the street. I rolled down my window so I could tell her they were cute with a “get your dogs out of the street” passive-aggressive tone of voice when she cried “They aren’t mine! I don’t know how to catch dogs!”

So I pulled over. One, a little terrier/dachshund mix was super friendly and came right to me. Her little friend who looked like she could have been her daughter was not so friendly. That little one seemed feral, as if she’d never been approached by a human.

While cuddling the warm little girl who was filthy and matted and covered with fleas and road grease, I debated with myself. My neighbor said they’d been living in a pile of clothes near her house for at least a week, eating the cat food she left outside for her outdoor cats. Both dogs had had puppies at some point recently. The cuddly pup in my arms didn’t seem to be lactating anymore, but the one still running in the street looked full of milk.

What the hell was I supposed to do? In all my animal-finding years, this dilemma has never occurred. If I rescued the one in my arms, that meant the one running terrified would be left all alone in the world.

It might sound dumb that this was distressing to me, but to be honest I’m still really upset about it.

But if I let the sweet girl in my arms go, she’d be running on busy city streets. One of them would certainly get hit by a car, and probably soon.

So I separated them. I felt like Doggy ICE.

The pup who we’re calling Little Molly, is being fostered by my sister Bethany, who recently lost her own dog.

Little Molly is even sweeter now that she’s clean and good smelling. She’s 11 pounds and full-grown, probably about two years old, and has probably had two litters already (THAT OR SHE’S PREGNANT – the vet tech couldn’t tell when Bethany got the chip scanned, and we’re waiting to be scheduled for a full vet visit).

The size of a laptop!

Her ears are soft, and her manner is 100% affection. Bethany has been working with a local rescue society, who has said that she’s totally adoptable because of her adorability — we just have to wait the city mandated two-weeks days to allow the owner to claim her.

That ain’t gonna happen, and we all know it.

A responsible owner wouldn’t have let this happen. A responsible owner would have microchipped her (which is law). At the very least, if she was beloved by someone who couldn’t afford to chip her, she would’ve had a tag. There would’ve been signs looking for her; there would’ve been a flyer at Animal Services.

No one’s looking for these dogs, and that breaks my heart.

It also breaks my heart that I couldn’t catch the other little pup, the younger one. I searched the area for puppies and found none. Whenever I took a step toward the feral mother, she ran, sometimes right into traffic. I never got closer than half a block to her, and I was causing more danger to her by trying to catch her. Animal Services in this town is too busy to pick up live dogs who aren’t a threat, so I’ve just been leaving food where she’s been seen. But I haven’t seen her in two days now.

It makes me crazy, y’all. Just half a block away is where one night, I saw a tiny black kitten run across the road and under a car. I stopped and crawled halfway under the chassis and pulled the wee thing out of the wheel well. That kitten, Crowley, is now my friend Martha’s favorite being in the universe. That one tiny animal has made all the difference in her life.

That little mama running the streets deserves a good home like Crowley, like Little Molly will soon inevitably have.

One loose dog is a seriously trivial thing in a world full of bad shit. I know that.

But still.

At least Little Molly will change someone’s life, and we got to help with that.

(Hit me up if you’re interested! She’s house-trained and a total love. Her main problem that we’ve seen is that she IS a total love. She wants to be a purse dog and touching you at all times. This is a dog for a person who wants to be adored ALL THE TIME without a break. She has separation anxiety which will ease with time and security, but she has a loud whine (no barks have been heard) so she’d make a better house dog than an apartment one. She got along fine with my Dozy. She doesn’t like to cross streets (for obvious reasons, I think). Pass it on!)

 

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