SCBWI-LA and CenCal Writers Day ’22

So happy to finally attend in person again. Looking forward to seeing one of my favorite kidlit authors, librarian and conference host, Sally Rogan. Full day of mass-info-absorption in an inspiring environment. See you there. #WritersDay2022

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Welcoming the Warg

So–recently we adopted my son when he was a baby, only in puppy form.

My son is 14. It’s been a while since the cutest-of-babes escaped under tables and chairs with deadly pens/pencils (scooted to the floor by our cats) in his mouth, believed NO meant PLAY, chose the couch over the potty for potty training, hated toddling on sidewalks instead of the middle of streets, etc.

Reasons I was a sleepless mother for the first 5 years of my son’s life have returned–often in Warg form (see Rings of Power).

Also returned?

Magical Energy!

puppy classes walking puppy walking puppy walking puppy writing at night when the Warg is a 35lb 16 week old adorable bundle slumbering on my feet as I work

I’m not going to tell you where my puppy came from, but if you knew? You, too, would accept puppy pee on your jeans. And take your puppy to multiple weekly puppy classes, where strangers and their new BF’s are instantly your new BF’s.

Yours in positive reinforcement, afternoon naps, and rediscovering evening hours to write,


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Summer Goals (Part 2)

I’ve enjoyed summer despite living in fire country, which means our vital documents are packed in travel boxes until maybe November, pet carriers lined up in the garage, everything ready to be loaded, if necessary. My summer-normal. Yours, too?

I had a brief vacation by the sea–so close to the sea we could walk our meals to the beach and picnic to wave music. Most mornings and evenings a juicy-cool fog seeped over coastline from Monterey to San Simeon, tamping fire danger. Right on.

Now it’s August and I’m home and focused on my 3rd draft of the 1st 1/2 of the new novel…obsessing on the 1st 1/2 as there are fall submission deadlines I’m interested in.

By the time my teen starts high school (only next week wut!), I will be editing the 2nd and most challenging 1/2 of the novel, its airborne action, the relationships changed forever, honing the mom character that I refuse to kill.

Yours in continuing to be productive wherever you reside,


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JULY (Miranda Edition)

Whenever I hear complaints about July, most of which have to do with hot weather, I immediately think of Miranda July, her quirky stories, films, and mostly the bagged goldfish on top of the moving car…especially that image, which for me metaphorically encapsulates my SoCal summers. It’s too easy to forget, despite living in it, this drought which should never be forgotten, and which is only getting worse.

So I’ve decided to keep on swimming.

And writing/editing.

Yours in remaining aware of constant climate change,


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O Summer! (Goals Edition)

School’s out for summer!

My giant goal–apart from making every Tuesday an outings-day for the teen, i.e. museums, Olvera St., 3rd Street Promenade, Zuma, downtown library, Vasquez Rocks, that room where you can go and break crockery for an hour, then throw axes–my giant goal is:

Finish 2nd draft of new novel by July 31st.

So far? On schedule.

Yours in healthy, realistic goals, sightseeing, and no summer brush fires,


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Update: Nanowrimo

My 2021 Nanowrimo (aka momomo) middle-grade novel from last November is in the revision stages, especially the first 10-20 pages.

Spring at our pond

Revising what I mo-ed like geyser-gush from a broken sprinkler head last year is: good. I truly enjoy the challenge of translating the rapids of my (sub)consciousness.

I like powerwalking mornings and receiving new information about characters I naively thought were DONE!, or suddenly realizing the true color of wild lavender plants as I walk on by, or how ducks and coots really behave on ponds and lakes (crucial details for my momomo), etc.

And I’ve started hanging out with the teen as he does his homework, opening his curtains and window, letting spring inside his cave, lounging on his bed with the kitten as he glances at me like I’m a freak from Mars. Yesterday, I casually pointed out that he’d left a wet bath towel on his floor AGAIN, to which he responded:


Without looking up from his computer.


My 14 year old son says: INDEED.

The joy I felt was hard to contain.

Definitely going to use his “Indeed” in my novel.

Yours in carrying on as spring blooms and humans sneeze,


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Post Birthday Questionnaire

How old are you? Not old enough.
What do you want? Greater physical/emotional strength. To write more than I am writing. To see more wild sea otters.
What have you given your teenager that is worthwhile, or impressionable? Apologies when I’m wrong or have raised my voice. Books. An introduction to nature.
What did you say to your husband before he left for work? You’re our hero.
What are your goals? Works In Progress. Also: to remember to notice the sky every day, the sway (like breath) of the golden medallion tree out front, the hummingbirds at the kitchen window feeders, to receive love-blinks from the cats. Etc.
Who are you? A nice lady cataloguing personal bests and worsts.
What is your greatest fear? A war into which my son is drafted.
Optimist or pessimist? Hopeful. Especially when watching a raft of sea otters.

Yours in hope,

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Saving Your Protagonist

I’m sure you’ve already read Save The Cat Writes a Novel, by Jessica Brody–however, if you haven’t?


As I continue revising my Nanowrimo2021 novel, thanks to Cat the chant in my head is: What does my protagonist want?

Simple, pertinent little chant about something I always know, when writing, yet forget, when writing–kind of like how I scramble for my son’s birthdate when filling out forms in the Dr.’s office, even though I know my son’s birthdate like I know my own.

When I focus on what I consider murky patches within my novel, I realize the murk is me straying into non-magical woods obscuring my protagonist’s main goal.

Despite my knowing the goal.

Hence the chant.

Yours in pertinent chants illuminating your writing highway,


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Christmas Farewell

RIP Tucker

Christmas morning we put our beloved, 14yr old family dog to sleep. We arrived home from the vet’s in gutters-flooding rain, lit a fire and cocooned around it, sharing: how Tucker didn’t have a mean bone in his gorgeous golden lab bod, how full of love he was for us, for anyone, for Life–walks, letting the cats rub their faces on his, naptimes on the (fortunately king size) bed with his pack leader–my husband–trips to the beach (his favorite place in the world, a true water-dog).

I’m glad it rained. It required us to keep close, helped us begin to process a deep, shared sorrow by sharing our memories of Tucker.

We rescued Tucker when my son, now 14, was 2 years old.

We will miss his beautiful soul, forever.

Yours in admiration and love of Tucker,


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Buh-Bye November Nanowrimo

And how was your Nanowrimo?

Mine was interspersed with vaccinations (see previous post for shingles vax info if you’re thinking about going for it). And, right before Thanksgiving, a family reunion in redwood forests near Santa Cruz, CA.

Top of Bear Mtn

I might not be able to write when recovering from the side effects of certain vaccines, but I can write in the redwoods–in between (or inspired by): strolls through churchy forests and along the San Lorenzo river, chatting or participating in games nights with my lively people, soothing my teen horrified by a lack of solid internet connection.

First draft? No. However, I’ve made huge progress on breathing life into a piece that’s been knocking around in my head for the last two years. And discovered it’s a middle grade story I want to tell. All 50+ thousand words of it.

Yours in December’s unofficial nowrimo-ing (with egg nog and homemade pumpkin custards),


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NANOWRIMO UPDATE (Shingles Vax Edition)

10 days since the start of Nanowrimo.

I have missed 2 days of showing up.

Because I got my shingles vaccine and had no idea it would slay me.

“Just a sore arm,” I was told. “Like the flu shot. Arm soreness! That’s all.”

3am following the vaccination I was frantically Googling ‘SHINGLES VACCINE SIDE EFFECTS” on my iphone as I shivered and ached and wondered if it was food poisoning from the Romanescu Shrimp I cooked for dinner.

Luckily, the CDC site calmed me. Side effects from the shingles vaccine are, in fact, common, the very effects I was experiencing, and may last 2-3 days.

“CINZANO!” I sobbed with relief, waking my husband, who rasped, “What’s wrong!”, and, when I told him, stumbled downstairs to get me Tylenol and another bottle of sparkling water as I staggered to the bathroom and dry heaved for a while.

Oh, Ok–so it’s ‘fancy’ vermouth

So listen, when it’s your turn for a shingles vaccine? Maybe do it on a Friday. Stock your pantry with your fav soups. Fluff your pillows. Move your bottle of Tylenol from the downstairs PETS CUPBOARD to your bedside table. Drink. Water.

Maybe try saying CINZANO instead of WTF so your radar-ears teen doesn’t immediately think it’s fine for him to F-bomb his way around the house because you are F-bombing from your sickbed.

CINZANO-ON-ICE also works, for me. But just CINZANO, like you might shout SHAZAM, replaces WTF quite easily. For me.

If I ever tried Cinzano? Would have been decades ago in college. I don’t know why CINZANO popped into my head as an automatic F-bomb replacement?

But I’ll take it.

Setting Nanowrimo timer for 60 minutes–as soon as swallow Tylenol.

Yours in Nanowrimo joy and remembering that actually getting shingles is far, horrifically worse than getting the vaccine, than feeling like crap for a day because you pulled up your Big Girl Pants and got vaccinated vs. being hospitalized with a virus that can attack your eyes and drive you insane as it swarms the rest of your body for weeks and/or months,


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This Halloween week, my son’s English teacher is having her students read the short story, THE MONKEY’S PAW, by W.W. Jacobs. Have you read it lately? Or, ever?

Dang paw

I just did.

First published in 1902, THE MONKEY’S PAW is so riveting I wish I, in my 2021 of Covid-induced-writers-block, could follow W.W. Jacobs on Twitter, showing him my support of his writing with repeated red heart ‘likes’. I will make do with reading/studying the story. Repeatedly.

W.W. Jacobs’ knack for concise scenes conveying EVERYTHING moving/relatable about his characters, setting, his–I’ll just go deep into cliche and state ‘the author’s keen regard’ for foreshadowing’–is so very 21stc! He would be snapped up by a literary agent immediately. Rightly so. I jumped from the story’s opening of a cozy family idyll into a horror that stressed me out because I didn’t want anyone to die (hence that aforementioned foreshadowing inherent in the story from title through to everything getting pretty heated up).

Mr. Jacobs and his editor, if he had one, and if not, then just Mr. Jacobs, nailed tragedy with a precision I admire and hate (because his writing works so well, it can cause physical discomfort and audible cries of NOOOOOOO).

I discussed the tragic elements of the story over dinner w/my teen, asking, basically: were you as disturbed/thrilled as I was with regards to who/what was knocking at the front door and who/what might the son have looked like if he’d been allowed to enter, asking did the goofy dad save or hurt his entire family, and, further, ultimately, and answers to my questions are a another blog post,if ever–NO ELBOWS ON THE DINNER TABLE, I said to my son, receiving this respose: Your elbows are on the table, Mom.

Here is the link so you can read it, too.

Happy Halloween!

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The current issue of SCBWI Insight has an article with NanoWriMo tips. Succinct, logical tips for writing 1,667 words a day. And while I probably won’t follow all tips, I have been nudged (shoved?) by said article to participate this November.

There’s a middle grade book I’ve been doing research for (supposedly a possible Pterodactyl-type creature tormented ranchers in my area back in the 1850’s)–but I’m starting to believe a year of research is actually: floundering in the red zone of procrastination.

Tip: Write first, edit later

My mantra in November. As well as: coffee, powerwalk, feed mini-zoo, sit down, write first, edit, shower, Trader Joe’s-it, watch the finale of Ted Lasso S2 later.

NanoWriMo–for the first time ever–I’m in. And the cats are coming with me.

Yours in productive writing tips,


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O Revision!

Ever since the SCBWI Big Five-Oh summer conference, I have been the Madwoman of Revision. Lots of adhering to red ink exclamation points. Filtering critique. On not just my manuscripts, but synopses, loglines…
You, too?

Whenever I’m convinced my writing is goodtogo I set it aside for a minimum of 24hrs, then revisit.

I wasn’t always like this–patient with my work, exercising/cultivating my critical 3rd eye (she is multicolored and progressively laser-ish). I used to shout, DONE, and submit. Heh heh……

Also recently cultivated? A passion for Tulsi Sweet Rose tea.

Yours in revision and reliable eyes,


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SCBWI Big Five-OH! Summer Conference

I’ve “been here” since Thursday morning. Et tu?

A main event for me yesterday was class with one of my revered middle grade authors, Gary D. Schmidt, reminding/pointing out to writers the perhaps subtle, yet concrete importance of your novel’s minor character(s). His examples ranged from David and Goliath, to Dickens, to contemporary fiction. I only wish the presentation had been several hours instead of 30 mins., and contained absolutely everything Mr. Schmidt knows about writing novels.

I attended all sessions with, of course, Digory. Bless his sweet soul. His enduring love of kidlit Zoom presentations is unwavering and inspiring.

Yours in conference attendance during which we transform into human sponges for cats and wonder madly where we’ve stashed the lint roller,


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Member: Mini-Get-Away Club

How odd to be out in the world. We aren’t venturing drastically far, but enough for a first substantial get-away since—-at least 3 years.

The teen has been across the GG bridge, but he was just a boy then, shorter than his mom and dad vs. the giant, moods-plagued, uber-sensitive young fellow he is now. This is his first time exploring the city. I was hoping to see his eyes widen over his mask as he rode a cable car, but they won’t be running again until August. The enigma of rock and crumbling buildings that is Alcatraz impressed him, though. Also, viewing the bridge’s girded underskirts from a boat…

I didn’t say ‘girded underskirts’ to the teen, I’m not that clueless a parent. Then again, I did try to buy him a t-shirt that said MEMBER ALCATRAZ PSYCHO WARD, and when I hastily backtracked and held the shirt up to myself with a laugh, it was too late, he’d moved on with a disappointed shake of his head. Doh.

Today we leave the city and head up Hwy 1 until it checks back in with the 101 and leads us to the Cali/Oregon border. Beaches, redwoods, river time, books on the Kindle, 20 printed pages of kidlit to leisurely edit while reclining before inspiring views. Sweaters!

Yours in re-relishing world,


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June Reading List

Revisiting favorite way-to-tell-a-story inspirations. Encouraged that my Novelist-Dames (like my Joni Mitchell and Ani DiFranco Songstress-Dames) stand the test of my personal decades. IMO, the tell vs. show offered by these novelists (contrary to contemporary insistence on show vs. tell) is: gratifying. I’m reminded there is an art to telling, and an art to leaving room in all that telling for exciting reveals, AND room for well crafted action. Also, the editors of these books never reigned in their writers’ exceptional powers of description. Lovely to be fully immersed in their worlds.

Even if I do skim some of the telling here and there. Just a little.

Permission to have the heroine be center stage? Granted. This is my particular favorite, followed by AIRS ABOVE THE GROUND, THIS ROUGH MAGIC, and THE GABRIEL HOUNDS. But cut to MADAM, WILL YOU TALK for Mary Stewart’s ground-breaking beginnings. I kid you not.

‘The Beginning of Peabody & Emerson.
Of course you’ve read this book. Of course you, too, have your DIDO TWITE FOREVER T-shirt.

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Music While Writing

My Twitter feed has (once again) switched from an obsession with What Is Your Favorite Movie, to What Is Your Favorite Song.

After research into my digital playlists (making me wonder if I’m missing a gene as everyone on Twitter seems to know their fav song like they know their fav ice cream flavor), I came up with multiple favorites, starting with the song that always gets me going if I’m insisting I have writer’s block:

Ray of Light, Madonna (William Orbit produced some of her best, most creative work, IMO)
Dilate (Ani DiFranco, pictured)
The Take Off And Landing Of Everything Good (Elbow)
Some Bjork magic that never leaves me, won’t say which–but whales and hunters and magical orchestras and a squeezebox are involved
Drops Of Jupiter (Train)
Better Days (Eddie Vedder)
California (Led Zeppelin)
She’s A Rainbow (Rolling Stones)
Brian Eno’s ‘Discreet’ and airport compositions
Amelia, Joni Mitchell (actually difficult song to bear when I’m writing as lyrics freeze me like a deer in headlights)

To be honest, if I was ever ordered to come up with just one favorite song, or be killed, I would be killed.

Same with movies. Although, here, the list is shorter: Sense & Sensibility, Ghandi, ET and Jurassic Park, Hitchcock’s ’39 Steps’, The Black Stallion and Fly Away Home (Carroll Ballard is a genius, right?), LOTR, Sound of Music, oh dear–list is carrying on, probably ad nauseum, yes, I would be killed.

Always love to know what I might be missing in music and movies.

Yours in positive vibrations and visuals,


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SCBWI Summer Conference

My Covid-Recovery-Brain has suggested that my leaning back against bed-pillows and Zoom-ing into conference keynotes and panels and workshops might be especially beneficial for igniting synapses previously Covid-numbed.

Especially since Gary D. Schmidt is participating this year.

July 29 – August 2, but you already know this.

Yours in carefully calculated summer planning,


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Spring Wild Fire

Stood on my fence/wall, back patio, took this. Fun.

I was hoping that by now we’d have had more rain vs. thimblefuls, but we experienced a brushfire instead. Way too early in the year, too close to home. Friends texted me: ALREADY? and EXCORCISM RE; SUPER LA NINA. And so on.

Our literal fire drill taught my family that we’re not in bad shape timewise as far as crating animals, throwing suitcases and the box filled with vital files into the back of the minivan and getting the hell out via one of several escape routes we mapped out last year. So–that’s good.

Our firefighters were heroes–the burn line came directly to property fences, but not a house was lost. Grateful. And grateful our firehouse is only 2 miles up the road.

My advice: If you’re told a fire is 10 miles from your hood, don’t let helicopters sucking up water at your local HOA pond distract you from realizing it’s best to hurry home and start loading the car, because: the swiftness of fires.

Yours in staying safe this sure-to-be scorching summer,


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Earth Day 2021

Oh, crap–missed it. Didn’t realize until 11:30pm last night and checked my Twitter feed. I’m used to ED falling on Saturdays. Aren’t I?

Speaking of Earth, we are having a Super La Nina in my part of the world. No rain. No green spring hills/mountains this year. Browns galore. It’s going to be an interesting summer. Escape boxes already packed in case of fire. Escape routes charted. Hoping for the best. Hoping this year the rain will come early. August would be nice.

My contribution to Earth Day is weeding out all of my plastic containers, recycling them and replacing them with Earth friendly containers. This has been going on since lockdown. Amazon has many positive choices. I also like LIFE WITHOUT PLASTIC.

Writing a middle grade trilogy having everything to do with climate change makes every day Earth Day for me.

And here is an Earth Day photo. The pond I walk to. Very green there–hoping this is due to recycled watering and conservationism…The ducks and turtles love it.

Yours in shrinking personal carbon footprints,

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Reading Lily King’s EUPHORIA and watching Ken Burn’s ‘Hemingway’ feels like my brain has been emptied into the large silver strainer I use for washing strawberries, jiggling organic matter beneath faucet spray, jiggling, jiggling some more.

About as Euphoric as Hugo gets.

For me, the theme of survival dominates both pieces. In EUPHORIA: New Guinea, surviving its brutal infections (basically just riding them out) and aggressive tribe vs. tribe action, and heartbreaking tribe within tribe customs. In ‘Hemingway’, I marvel over the dramatic passages Ken Burns throws us from the short stories and novels, and over the fact that Papa survived as long as he did. Stubborness as Life’s elixir?

Lily King writes the way some singers (Stevie Wonder, Diana Krall) make singing sound effortless. Her powers create sink-into-skin stories that haunt for days +.

Like Hemingway.

And during this weird, stress-inducing time of Covid19, so much of EUPHORIA and the Hemingway doc is, to me, relevant and terrifying and riveting and I’ve got to go now as the next Hemingway episode has dropped and I don’t want to be late to this party–or later than usual.

Happy reading. Happy watching. Happy survival. Please?

Yours in healing properties in a pandemic,


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21 Days Later

I notice myself doing little things I haven’t in 3 weeks.

Moving my hips to my Echo Show playlist, “PB’s Groove”, as I transfer dishes from the dishwasher to their homes.

Throwing cat toys for the 3 beasts, up and down the hallway–and back again.

Springs in my feet when I go up the stairs.

I continue to drink hot lemon water every morning, something I never drank before contracting Covid19. But I would like to boost my immune system as much as possible and detoxify my liver. I mean: who wouldn’t?

Still no desire for my greatest vice before Covid19: coffee. Seeing my coffemaker every morning, hearing the name ‘Starbucks’ makes me grimace. For a good few seconds.

No coffee, even though my sense of smell and especially taste is returning. I was able to savor the slow cooker salmon I made last night, the chocolate/vanilla pudding dessert.

I’m cooking again.

Noticing these little things is my confidence-building proof I’m healing after days of fatigue, body aches, loads of agony. To put it lightly.

And: I can read books again, focus. You’ve probably already read ‘Euphoria’. I am often late to the party (because of my own writing), but reading about characters surviving in life-threatening environs in the name of science (in brief) is just what I need right now.

Yours in physical/mental improvement,


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This Is Covid

Yes, but I’m the one who wears a mask to walk the dogs, herding them across the street to avoid oncoming pedestrians (who are never masked); the one who won’t powerwalk with mom friends (who are never masked); who will meet at a park, masked, as long as you are masked too and 10 feet away from my body; who wipes down door handles and grocery bags and grocery items; who will never be a hand model because of all the sanitizer gel and soapings 100 times a day; who turns the car around if husband or son has forgotten their mask and we’re on our way to hike fairly deserted trails, or the beach at 7am when only pelicans and gulls frequent the shore. I’M THAT ONE.

And I have Covid. As does my teenager. And my spouse.

So close to getting vaccinated, an entire year of staying safe, an impressive collection of masks, an arsenal of sanitizers in house and cars, and we have it.

So far, it is like having a heavy flu. Every. Single. Day. Today, Day 5, feels worse than Day 4. Which felt better than days 2 and 3. I don’t remember Day 1.

TBH, we need for Days 7 and 10 to hurry up and get here. I’m told if we make it without respiratory issues through those days, which can be prone to the Covid breathing issues and possible hospitalization, then we’re going to be fine.

Fine, fine, fine.

Mainly, don’t let anyone ever tell you cats don’t help when you’re Covid-ridden. Or the giant TV you invested in before Covid began killing Americans. Or the pictures on your walls. Or the speedy book delivery from your favorite independent bookstores. Or that lemongrass/peppermint body scrub your sister gave you for your birthday. Or the old Reilly Ace Of Spies PBS series starring Sam Neill. Or hot water with fresh lemon squeezed in it. Or thermometers that don’t have to go under your tongue, armpits, or swipe across your forehead, but inform you via a trained soft light and gentle beep. Or Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. Or having Alexa play windchimes.

Yours in healing ASAP,
UPDATE: 3/31 If you, too, have Covid, then you’re not alone in feeling like you are living in a perpetual state of trying to complete a cartwheel. Slooooooowly.
Last night was scary for husband (thus all of us), who is in perhaps 9th-11th day of sickness. Family dr. prescribed a cough RX and husband was able to sleep. Cough sounded like very old contraption dredging Suez Canal. Yes. Nightmare material.
Have canceled son’s school for rest of week. Why didn’t I do that at once? He doesn’t need school stress. He needs to sleep. Rest. Play video games with friends ALL DAY LONG IF NECESSARY. We are grateful our son has no fever, but a huge appetite.
My 7th day of Covid–I am basically better than everyone else. I am feeding family/pets. I loaded dishwasher. I submitted my writing to a thing I was supposed to. I showered. And now I’m going to schedule dinner delivery.
GET THIS: The oximeter from CVS. 49,99. Cheaper versions on Amazon. Get. It.
Stay healthy. Stay safe. I thought we were doing just that. I effing wipe down everything in this house. We don’t go to restaurants. Malls. We stayhome/staysafe. I don’t know how we got it.

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SCBWI Events

A bright light in #stayhomestaysafe is being made aware (thanks to my SCBWI regional newsletter) of SCBWI regional events around the USA.

Here are a couple I’m registered for:

  1. Austin, TX Webinar: To Plot or Not? , Tuesday 3/16 with Veera Hiranandani. For extra $, Veera will give a critique of your writing. I’m in. Her novel THE NIGHT DIARIES , Newbery Honor, chronicles a Hindu/Pakistani family’s struggle in 1947, when India splits in 2.

2 In April, I will Zoom to Virginia for: Mid Atlantic (DC/Virginia): Writing Exciting Fact-Filled Books!, Jennifer Swanson, 4/13. Jennifer knows how to breathe life into facts. My middle grade trilogy is filled with facts on the ocean and I’m constantly trying to find ways of upping the vibration and resonance when explaining why a nudibranch is a mollusk, even though it doesn’t have a shell–for instance.

Yours in taking advantage of SCBWI membership,


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