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Nine Happy Years at the Town’s End

Nine years ago, I married Chris Townsend. I must say, I love this guy. He makes me laugh. He cooks me yummy food. He builds me fun projects around the house.

I don’t think I could ever rival how good he has been to me.

I can count on one hand how many times we’ve fought, and it’s all been insignificant.

World of Warcraft:

Me: *getting ganked*

Him: You know, you could’ve dismounted.

Me: I was stunlocked! Don’t tell me how to play my character.

World of Warcraft:

Me: Aren’t you going to my raid?

Him: I don’t like the loot drama.

Me: Then why am I even Raid Master? I only play this stupid game to play with you.

We quit the next month.

Him: Skirts are purely fashion. As clothing, they are completely impractical.

Me: You just called my fashion sense impractical!

Yep. That’s it.

But I couldn’t count the number of wonderful memories even if I used both hands and feet. I remember the tears in his eyes as we exchanged vows. I remember cleaning our rented townhouse, preparing to move into our home, and spending our first anniversary sharing wine in a packed-up room. I remember sushi and movies and discussions over folding socks and underwear, his funny faces, sincere smiles, and the way he’d wiggle his thumb to say he was alright, but not great.

I love this man, and I’m looking forward to at least another nine years with him.

What do you remember about your significant other? Do your good memories outweigh the bad? What’s your favorite memory?

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Hey, Punk! (Playing Dress-Up)

If you’re my Facebook friend, you’ve probably already seen my profile picture. But since, admittedly, I love attention, I figured I’d make a post about it.

I’m a fan of Steampunk. If you don’t know what Steampunk is, Jay Noel did a pretty good write up a few months ago.

Normally, I avoid being in front of a camera. Not that I’m not a ham, because I am. I love attention. I just don’t like my face. But I have a collection of corsets, skirts, and accessories, and I figured it’d be a waste if I didn’t get some visual record of me in my getup. (Like my bio says, they call me peculiar with a twisted sense of fashion, and yes, I do wear stuff like this to work occasionally.)

I turned to a friend—Cami, whom I’ve mentioned before as someone who helped with getting Dani fixed up for This World Bites. I hired her to take me out, pose me up, and snap away. I trusted her judgment when it came to location, and I must say, I’m not disappointed.

This is the first one she sent me, and the one I made my profile picture. I’m even okay with my face in this one.

I have other pictures coming. I had a total of four outfits, and we traveled to different destinations to take pictures. I probably won’t post all of them on my blog (since I don’t want to be blatant with my narcissism), but I plan on loading some of them to Flickr and Tumblr. Those seem to be the more appropriate place for lots of pictures.

Do you ever play dress-up? What outfits do you have hiding in your closet? What do you think about Steampunk?

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An Interview with… Who? #TenThousandDays

Have you met C.D. Gallant-King? This guy cracks me up. He’s got the edge on zany, and his stories reflect that fun-loving nature. If you enjoy action, fun, with a hint of heart-warming love, I suggest you pick up Ten Thousand Days. And now…

Interview with C.D. Gallant-King, author of

Ten Thousand Days

Can you tell us a little about yourself? When did you first start writing?

Writing? I dunno. When they made me start doing spelling tests in school, I suppose. Always hated the word “cake,” never could get that one right. Never much was one for books. Everything I know I learned the way you’re supposed to learn – on the streets, in the school of hard knocks. The headmaster was a fine fellow named Bertram. He had an office on the stoop of 24 King Street.

Um, okay. Then why did you write a book?

Write a book? I didn’t write a book. The last think I wrote was a grocery list, and that only had two items on it: Sriracha sauce and cake, which I spelled wrong.

Excuse me?

Oh yeah, Sriracha sauce goes great on cake. Trust me.

No, didn’t you write Ten Thousand Days?

What? No, you’re confusing me with that other guy. Happens all the time.

You’re not C.D. Gallant-King?

Nah, I’m Frank. Nice to meet you.

Oh, I get it, you’re Frank Ogilvie, you’re a character in the book. I thought I smelled something terrible.

Now listen here, Missy, that’s not very polite.

You’re right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned the smell.

Oh, no, that’s fine, I smell like a wet dog that rolled in a bloated whale carcass that’s been rotting on the beach for two weeks. It just follows me around, I can’t seem to shake it. It’s like herpes. No, what I mean is I don’t appreciate being called a character. I prefer “literary personification of the author’s imagination.”

Fair enough. What are you doing here?

I’m a reclaimer of unused and unwanted refuse.

So… like a garbageman?

I wish. They make good money. I’m more of a freelancer.

And you’re in my computer why?

There’s a whole lot of copper wire just lying around in here…

You can’t take my wires, I need those!

For how long? Like, if I come back after lunch and I unplug a few things, would anyone notice?

Yes!

Fine then, waste my time.

Since you’re here anyway, can I ask you a few question about the book?

Shoot. But not really. I don’t condone violence.

Of course. So you’re a charac- sorry, Literary Personification in Ten Thousand Days. What role do you play in the book?

Well, without getting into too many… whaddya call’em, “spoilers,” I help the Primary Protagonal Literary Personification of the Author’s Imagination – his name’s Isaac, fine fellow – in his quest to find his lost love. I give him a magical artifact to help him on his way.

Exciting? What is it? A sword? An amulet? A magic ring?

A screwdriver.

A screwdriver.

Yup. A Robertson-head.

I thought this was a story about magic and fantasy worlds and quests for lost loves and fighting Fate and all that?

Oh all, that and more. It’s quite exciting stuff. Touching, funny, charming, a little BOO! spooky in places, too.

And you give him a screwdriver.

It’s a very useful tool, you know.

Ah, I see… Do you have anything interesting you can tell me about the story before we wrap up?

Well, I only know it from my point of you, right? I see this Isaac guy, and he’s a good guy but a bit useless you know? But I can tell he’s destined for something important. He’s a normal guy who gets thrust into very abnormal situations. He goes on a hopeless quest to find his lost love and faces all sorts of nasties along the way. It’s dark and twisted but funny, too, right? Even in the face of the yawning abyss of damnation, you just gotta laugh. I mean, what else are you going to do?

I understand he meets a few oddball characte- literary personifications such as yourself, along his way.

A couple, yeah. But I don’t think I’m that odd. A little ex- what’s the word?

Eccentric?

Excrementy. I smell like excrement.

Bye, Frank.

Later.

Interview written by C.D. Gallant-King

ABOUT THE BOOK!

Ten Thousand Days by C.D. Gallant-King

Released May 6, 2015

They say love hurts and time heals all wounds.

Sometimes the reverse is true.

Isaac was very good at wasting time. Video games, a mindless job, no responsibilities – he had a simple life and few wants. Despite being hopelessly average, unassuming and kind of useless, he had somehow married the most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world.

He had no idea how good he had it – until it was all taken away.

Time does not like being wasted. It is mercurial, inexorable and carries a wicked grudge. And sometimes, just sometimes, it enjoys playing games with people’s lives. To be perfectly honest, Time is a bit of a jerk.

Isaac had never learned to appreciate what little time he had, and now he must travel to the ends of the universe and face unspeakable evils in a cat-and-mouse game with Time itself for the slim chance to win back a few fleeting seconds of happiness. The price of failure? Only the end of all existence.

Ten Thousand Days is a fairy tale set in the modern day, a fantastic journey of desperate love and horror with a twisted sense of humour. It’s a story of exactly how far a young man will go for love…

Now available at:

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR!

Writer, gamer, pro-wrestling aficionado. Dad.

I claim to write stories, but really I just find them in The Closet, dust them off, add a few commas and send them out into the world.

Proudly Canadian, born and raised in Newfoundland, fine-tuned and educated in Toronto and currently residing in Ottawa with a beautiful wife, two wonderful children and various furry four-legged companions.

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Have you tried out C.D.’s book? What would you do with a magic screwdriver? What lengths would you go through for love?

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Helpful Criticism #IWSG

Today, I’m not insecure. One might think I have some great tidbit of wisdom on how to achieve such a state. I don’t. But I can tell you how I got there, at least for today.

I know some of my primary weaknesses in writing, one of which is building/conveying emotions. Lately, I’ve been working on that. I knew, based on feedback, that a prologue of mine didn’t build reader empathy. I tried to correct it on my own. Maybe I needed a “Save the Cat!” scene for my characters? I revised, and then hit up my group in the IWSG Critique Circle.

My changes didn’t quite pull off the positive effect I was hoping for.

My partners in the IWSGCC made some actionable suggestions. Have the character put up more of a fight. Give more face time with the bad guy. Have the character show more concern.

I already knew I have an issue with inappropriately unconcerned characters. It happens with all of my characters.

Cera: Oh, my guardian is dying? How about I go on date.

Derek: Oh, my hand is numb and I have weird black veins. Man, I’m hungry.

MaTisha: Oh, my blood is the wrong color. Can I get something to drink?

Unfortunately, when I tried to correct that with LaTonya, it went to the melodramatic side. Ah well. But after getting feedback, I realized the key to emotions is more in the timing and narration clues. I haven’t mastered that yet. But with practice, I should be able to get there.

I have direction. Because of that, I’m not insecure.

What are you insecure about? What are your major writing downfalls? Do you have someone who can help you overcome them?

About Insecure Writer’s Support Group



You can find the sign up for the IWSG here. We owe Alex J Cavanaugh a huge thank you for thinking this blog hop up.

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Because of You, I did it

This happened:

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May 18 at 12:39pm

*virtual high five to everyone* I may have just figured out book 2.

I owe all of you a big THANK YOU. All of your comments helped stir the mental juices, and I ended up with my solution.

Last week, I was pretty much at my frustration breaking point since I’d been stuck for quite a while. I plead for help, and all of you responded.

Southpaw suggested I look at my mythos again. When I wrote my mythos, it was very general: Sibling 1 wants to kill/rule siblings 2 & 3, so siblings 2 & 3 left and hid. I realized a flaw in that of these 3 siblings, I didn’t know how to get to the 5 deities I had per sibling. I’d envisioned the 5 (total of 10) deities as extensions of the siblings 2 & 3. But then, what happened to siblings 2 & 3, and why are they not in the story?

That’s where I had an ah-ha moment.

Thanmir War establishes my existing deities—the Drethamir and the Miasho. So there was no going back on that, nor did I want to. But I never went into great detail about the Drethamir.

Last Monday, I decided that the Drethamir weren’t created by sibling 2 (as I had in my working plan that had me stumped). Instead, they were sibling 2. The siblings are deities; they can be whatever they want, including breaking oneself into multiple facets to manage everything because one is a control freak. In fact Dreth (as the sibling is called) is a bit OCD, so much so that s/he needs separate compartments for all of his/her creations, thus the world layers established in Thanmir War.

How did this solve my problem?

Instead of the monsters being loose power of the deities (working plan), the monsters are the deities themselves—the major deities, not the minor Miasho that were created by sibling 3.

Dreth’s power (Monsters A) is running amok, trying to stop a disease created by the niniers (pre-book 1, after looking at my mythos again), compounded by Hero #1’s action in book 1 which fractured Dreth and broke the strands holding Dreth together. And Mia, sibling 3, is just trying to help Dreth by consolidating Dreth’s power. First step: yank Dreth’s power out of the humans that have it. And there we have Monster B.

Previous version:

Monsters A already existed, but because of a hole created by Hero #1, get loose and are hunting food, which is filtered power from Deity B, but can be harmed by pure power from Deity B. Same applies for Monsters B and Deity A.

Since Monsters A & B are unkillable, they have to be trapped, which I had no clue as to how to do, because the monsters would surely kill Hero #1 before he closes the hole, or he might get trapped on the other side and then how would they bring him back?

Current version:

Sibling 2 uses power from Sibling 3 to stave off a disease caused by power from Sibling 1 (see how I tied these guys together?) Hero #1 steals part of sibling 2, thus fracturing sibling 2 into Monsters A which is still trying to stave off the disease by collecting sibling 3’s power, which exist as filtered power from the deities sibling 3 created (Deity B). Sibling 3 (Monster B) is trying to collect sibling 2’s power. Because both sides are weakened, pure power from either side hurts the other.

Since Monsters A & B are unkillable, Monsters A need to be consolidated back into a single, undiseased entity, thus nullifying either side’s need to collect the other’s power.

This, I can do, because the niniers are gateways to the Drethamir’s power. Don’t worry, that makes sense in my brain.

So what about the abducted beloved? Yeah, that’s just not going to happen. But since the Heroes don’t need to collect pure power to fights Monsters A, Monsters A wouldn’t have the opportunity to steal the beloved right out from Hero #3’s nose in order to send him off the edge with uncontrollable power… and his power changed too! Before it was “from another world”, but he magically could influence beings from this world. Now that Sibling 1 is in the equation, that gives an explanation as to where Hero #3’s power comes from.

Good things are happening. I even salvaged about 30K in writing.

Thank you, everyone! How are things going for you?

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Looking for Brainstorming Suggestions

Last week, I mentioned it was taking me too long to figure out Isto. A lot of you guys had great suggestions of reading through my existing work to rekindle my passion. While I do enjoy my story and would love to write in it, I’m stuck on a single issue.

I don’t know how they defeat the monsters.

This is problematic because I’m the only one who truly understands my “magic” system (technically, it’s not called magic, thus the quotes), so I’m not sure how I can brainstorm or who I can brainstorm with. And if I do figure out the solution, I can’t just drop it in at the end. It needs to be hinted at throughout the story so that it’s a logical and believable solution.

Thus the reluctance to write. (In this story, anyways. I’ve gotten over 5K in other books, though none of those are slated to be completed this year.)

I’ve spent time figuring how the powers play together. I’ve even figured out how another group’s deity set relates to my two primary ones. Heck, I’ve even built an origination mythos for these deities. (Once upon a time, there were three siblings. The firstborn felt it was his right to rule the world…)

But all of that is high level. It gives reason to why certain characters appear in book 2, why these characters act the way they do in book 3, and why they are the antagonists in book 4.

Unfortunately, I still don’t know how the heroes defeat the monsters in book 2. It has to do with the two primary divine powers, but not the characters in the previous paragraph. I know one set of power hunts the other (and vice versa), but can also be harmed by a handful of specific power users (and vice versa). I even made a very clear chart.

But at the end of Isto, my four heroes have non-standardized powers.

I’m running circles in my brain. I don’t know how to fix it. And it’s frustrating as all heck.

I’ve tried building a tree chart, and I’ve tried mind mapping software. I know how events in book 2 smoothly roll into the conflict in book 3. But no matter the approach, I run into the “magic” wall.

I know no one can tell me how to fix it. But how do you figure out events?

What brainstorming methods do you implement? Have you ever been stuck on a particular issue? Do you ever encounter trouble adhering to world rules?

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Who are you? #IWSG

Have you ever taken a personality test? Back in high school, I was an ENFP. Now, I lean more toward ISTJ. Somehow, in the past 15 years, I’ve completely flopped all of my letters. (Sometimes I think I’m a narcissistic sociopath, but that’s another story.)

My sis-in-law calls me the girl with a hundred hobbies. I think that’s the residual of my ENFP side, as I jump from project to project usually within a matter of days. Drawing, wire-working, sewing, writing, digital art… but these are all hobbies for me, and I don’t feel bad leaving a project unfinished because I know I’ll eventually get back to it. Except for my blanket. Crocheting is not for me. But if someone else is depending on me to finish something, you can gosh darn bet I’ll switch into ISTJ mode and get it done.

How am I insecure? I’m starting to wonder if I’m going to finish Isto or even Lust this year. And really, I need to.

I took April off because I knew I couldn’t handle the blogging expectations along with all of the other stuff I needed to do. April was productive. I got my daughter registered for kindergarten, got my son’s hearing tested and his speech proficiency evaluated, finished two projects at work, sewed three skirts, restarted my YMCA membership, exercised M-Th every week, designed a series of book covers, plotted a book I shouldn’t have been working on, and paid off the mortgage. Actually, that last one was more of my husband than me, but hey, it’s not too bad for a couple of 30-somethings who bought a house 7 years ago when prices were their highest. But in all of that, I still didn’t finish my outline for Isto or touch Lust. I’m starting to go into catastrophe mode (see ISTJ personality).

And now, I’m wondering how am I going to get it done because I don’t like forcing anything because then it lacks passion. I can tell between when I write something because I’m obligated to write it and when I write something that was really inspired. I like the latter. And I want others to like it as well (see ENFP personality). But if I don’t force myself, will I get it done? How do you think I should handle it?

What personality type are you? Do you have any suggestions for a person with ENFP tendencies and an ISTJ personality? Are you good at finishing projects?

About Insecure Writer’s Support Group



You can find the sign up for the IWSG here. We owe Alex J Cavanaugh a huge thank you for thinking this blog hop up.

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An Apology to the #AtoZChallenge

Apologies, because certain delivery expectations failed. Grand hopes, ill-fated. Just know, life means numerous options. People quit regularly.

Strike this unfortunate venue with X.

Yours zealously,

Loni Townsend

In case you couldn’t understand my horribly constructed sentences—sheesh, I could barely figure them out—I withdraw from the A-to-Z Challenge. Too many doctors appointments are messing with my work schedule. I’ll be back next Wednesday. Maybe better luck next year.

My arrogance that I could do it all made me think that’d be a good topic for IWSG. Sometimes, we need to step back. It’s okay if you can’t do everything. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.

About Insecure Writer’s Support Group



You can find the sign up for the IWSG here. We owe Alex J Cavanaugh a huge thank you for thinking this blog hop up.

Are you participating in the A to Z Challenge? Do you ever try to do it all and fail?

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Cool Kid’s Table – Guest Post

I have the great honor of presenting a guest post from one of my friends, Jim Lambert.

If you’ve followed my blog for a while, you may know that I’m part of a local critique group, and that these people have impacted and enriched my life. When Jim emailed a few of us with this piece, I jumped at the opportunity of sharing it on my blog.

Next week is Insecure Writer’s Support Group, and this would fit well with the theme. But in an effort to keep April’s posts short for the A-to-Z Challenge, I wanted to post this a week early.

I’m happy to be friends with this guy. And now, Jim…

Cool Kid’s Table

Do you remember high school? Most people do, it usually made quite an impression, good or bad. Remember the cliques? Remember the Cool Kids? And the Cool Kid’s Table. If you were cool enough, you got to sit at the Cool Kid’s Table. And you were a star.

Like a lot of what you learned in high school, that’s crap. Total BS. Absolute tommy-rot.

Because we are the Cool Kids.

A few years ago I started writing, and since then I’ve joined a bunch of groups related to writing. Including five critique groups. Yes, five. Yes, I am insane, thanks for asking.

One of those critique groups has twelve people in it, and I’ve become friends with everyone in it, and really good friends with some of them. We meet for dinner and beers before critique, we have write-ins at coffee shops and bookstores, me and some of the girls have breakfast together (quote from the group: “Shut up, Jim!”), we go to other events together, we even decided to do a podcast together. We’re friends.

So one day one of them comments, “I feel like I get to sit at the Cool Kid’s Table.” And each of us says, “Me too!” And we looked at each other and laughed, and chatted about how none of us felt like a Cool Kid, but we looked at the others and could tell they were. It was fine and fun.

And then it happened again. And again. And again.

Always in fun, just a quick comment about Cool friends, or Cool writers, or the Cool Kid’s table. And how lucky we were to be sitting at it.

And I finally thought, NO.

That’s not the way it should be. We are not supplicants at the Cool Kid’s table. We are not flunkies or toadies or hanger’s-on. We are not lucky to be sitting at the Cool Kid’s Table.

We ARE the Cool Kids!

We, every single one of us, are the Cool Kids. And we aren’t lucky, we DESERVE to sit at the Cool Kid’s Table.

No. The Hell with that.

We sit at the Cool Kid’s Table because we are the Cool Kids, and wherever we sit IS the Cool Kid’s Table.

And everyone is welcome. We are all Cool Kids, and until you PROVE otherwise, so are you.

Want to sit at the table with the Cool Kids? Pick a table, sit down. Mission Accomplished. You just made that the Cool Kid’s Table. Just don’t be a dick to the other Cool Kids at the other tables. We all deserve respect; we’re all Cool Kids.

And to Hell with anyone who says different.

About Jim

James T. Lambert (“call me Jim”) is a long time science fiction reader who decided to try his hand at writing the stuff a few years back. He planned on doing NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). That’s fifty thousand words in thirty days. First time he was two weeks late starting. “Maybe next year.” It was only held in November at that time. Next year he was a week late. “Maybe next year.” Next year he was three days late. “You know, I type fast. I can make up three days.” Now he needed a plot.

Steampunk. Going to the moon. In 1894. And, go!

He finished Steam Opera, then Aether Powered, then Proxies. He’s still working on Muse. And working with some other authors on Monster Marshals. So science fiction, Steampunk, and urban fantasy. He’s in four critique groups, and they tell him the stories need work. And they do. So they are all opened up on the surgical table and are slowly bleeding out. Once they’re resurrected, they’ll be sent out into the world to stagger about and cause havoc.

Please wait patiently.

Until then you can see his progress in building a website at http://jamestlambert.com.

Have you ever felt like you weren’t one of the cool kids? When was the pivotal point in your life when you realized you were one? Anybody else hungry now?

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Things About Me

Before I get into the main post, I wanted to ask that you please check out The Ancient. I was fooling around this last weekend, and found that you can almost read my whole story in the preview. And as a writer, I have that deep-seated desire to be read. Even if you don’t pick up a copy, I’d like to see if you can guess where I went with it. The research behind this one was pretty fun. I’d never read the original Aladdin story before this project.

Okay, onto the post!

I’ve been tagged by a few people to tell you things about me. First, Sarah Brentyn shared humorous motherly confessions, and passed on the torch. Then Mia Hayson chose me and others as tributes. Thank you, Sarah and Mia!

The problem is… I can’t think of anything to tell you. There were the seven facts I thought up for Sarah before. Add to that my truths and lies I did for my blog tour. And then there was a Facebook thing Melissa Maygrove tagged me in…

In the meantime, I’ve got Mary Lambert’s Secrets playing through my head.

I’m stealing my Facebook thing to count as 7 of my potentially 12 things to tell you, because I know some of you aren’t on Facebook.

Seven Writerly Things!

1. I frequently mumble the name “Derek” aloud without following up with the rest of the sentence.

2. Most of the time, I drive with the radio off so that I can think about my writing.

3. I carry a Bluetooth keyboard in my purse that pairs with my phone so I can write wherever I am.

4. I can’t write coherent, complete scenes by hand. Every time I try, all that winds up on paper is fragments.

5. Despite #4, I hoard paper notebooks and pens.

6. I used to think I could never write a story outside of the universe I created.

7. I fear that if my books were ever converted to live-action film, the representation of my elementals would be cheesy.

And the five other things? I suppose I’ll tell you about my parental side.

1. I tell my daughter she is beautiful every day. I’ve seen commercials about how what we say to our children shapes their self-image as they grow older. I’ve also seen that in action and felt it myself. I know a lovely woman who struggles because her mother always put her down for not being more girly. Then I had a time in High School where my glasses and braces didn’t exactly make me feel attractive. I was getting ready for a dance, and put on makeup and curled my hair for the first time. I said, “Wow, I look pretty,” and then got talked to about being vain.

I don’t want my daughter to ever wonder if she’s pretty. And I never want to shoot her down for feeling pretty.

2. I was once accused of liking my phone more than children. But the truth is that I have boundaries. Kids don’t get to play with my computer or my phone. Pretty much everything else is free reign, assuming it doesn’t have the potential to lethally harm someone. But in the instant when I told a child no, they could not touch my phone, the child’s mother smirked at me and made her accusation.

Let it be noted: I like you just fine, but don’t touch my phone.

3. …

I can’t actually think of anything that might be considered outside of the norm. We’re doting parents that buy our children a lot of things they probably don’t need, feed them food they probably shouldn’t eat, let them stay up too late, and think they are the most adorable kiddos on the block (but that’s because it’s true). Despite this, my daughter knows not to leave the table without finishing her dinner, even if the other kids are running around wildly. She’s polite, well-mannered, and creative. My son (18 mos old) is a high-pitched, screaming, Babyzilla.

Everything seems normal to me.

I will never be a Mommy blogger.

Oh, and I’ve got a short little interview over at M. Pax’s blog. Go check it out!

If you want to be tagged, considered yourself tagged! Sarah, sorry I couldn’t think of 3 more facts. >_< Have you checked out The Ancient and read what's available in the preview? What do you think so far?

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