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Quick Pop In!

It’s Sunday night, and I’m busy writing. Some days it’s like pulling teeth, others it’s a breeze. Today, it’s been great. ❀️

As of this moment, I’ve written 1,584 words. About 4 hours worth of writing. That’s roughly about 6 or 7 pages, in case pages is a better breakdown for you than words.

It’s flowing though, and I don’t want to mess that up, so I’m going to bounce back over to the manuscript. As I ended one chapter and began another I realized I hadn’t written a blog post today. I committed to one a day, & usually write them a day ahead, so this is your one!

Yes, it’s a little skimpy, but don’t worry, you’ll read enough from me this year that I’ll more than make up for it. 😘

Have a great Monday, and I’ll check in with you tomorrow!

Incompetent Construction Workers? We Can't Have That!

I’m hard at work over here, watching Youtube videos of bathroom remodels.

Research never ends. Never, never, never, never, ever ends.

I know a little bit more than one might think, mostly because I regularly watch a few Youtube channels that are currently remodeling houses or building small ones. And so I have some very, very limited knowledge, right? Like I can picture it all in my head… but the terminology, when it comes to being precise, that eludes me.

However, I’m about to dive into a scene where a couple construction workers are remodeling a bathroom, and it needs correct terminology and all that hooplah. So I am doing my due diligence. It will be a good scene that makes perfect sense….. eventually. (Hopefully!) I’ll watch some videos and nail it as best I can, then when I edit later down the road, I’ll work at it even harder.

For anyone who thinks writing books means you just sit down at a computer and write, and that’s it…. No, no. Definitely not.

I called my Dad last year and said hey, “When a car battery is dead, and you hook that little thigamigy to the battery, what’s it going to read to indicate the battery is dead? And what does that reading mean?” He explained all about batteries. Good ones and dead ones. Then I googled what the thigamigy was called, and in the end my character knew what he was doing when he tested a battery. He doesn’t look like a big ole’ dummy now.

I called my Mom last week and said hey, “How much of a sentence can toddlers, going on about 3 years old, actually string together?” — Cause see, I don’t have kids yet, so I don’t know what that’s like. — So we talked about it a little, then I read the dialogue I had for the character and Mom said, yeah. Sounds about right. — I’m taking everything I’ve ever seen or heard from kids I’ve been around, and what I see on tv, things like that, and utilizing everything I can. Including, calling my Mom, who raised both me and my brother, so she ought to know.

Research, looking it up, asking questions, phoning it in, even the smallest of smallest things, it may only take up two sentences in an entire book, but if you don’t know, you got to find out. Because somewhere out there is a reader who is going to know, and they’re going to know if you knew, too.

Which is why research never, ever ends.

Anyway, I’m going to get back to watching remodel videos, that way I don’t end up with the most incompetent construction workers ya ever saw!

Talk Later,
Heather.

When Your Mom Is Your Best Friend…

I’m aware of the immense amount of blessings I’ve been given, and so, so incredibly grateful for each & every one of them.

One of those blessings just so happens to be my Mom. I realize that not everyone has the kind of relationships with their parents that I have with mine. I am, more than I could ever say, blessed beyond reason in that department. And it’s one of the things I’ll always be eternally grateful for.

Not all mothers & daughters become friends, much less best friends. But God didn’t just give me a mom, He also gave me my closest friend. — Next to my husband, of course. πŸ˜‰

Growing up I don’t think I ever thought that would be the case. My mom was not my best friend when I was a child, and certainly not when I was a teen who thought I knew better than she did. (I didn’t by the way, know better than she did. Turned out she was wiser than 16 year old Heather ever knew.)

But over time she became more than a mom. She became a confidante, a shoulder to cry on, a sounding board, advice giver, trusted secret keeper, cheerleader, shopping pal, supporter, defender, late-night chit-chatter… she became a friend. A best friend. The kind most people don’t have many of.

We laugh, we joke, we gossip… sure, you’re not supposed to, but we all do it.. I’ll admit it. We call each other up & talk for hours. We make spur of the moment dinner plans, just because we can. We play board games, & half the time end up laughing until we’re crying because we crack each other up. We band together, against the rest of the world, if that’s what we have to do. We see each other all the time, but you’ll still find us next to each other at every holiday get-together, because… duh! If we’re having a bad day, we pick up the phone. We talk about it. Somebody’s getting on my nerves? My mama knows. She been knew! Drive her insane? I’ve got the details. I done been told! πŸ˜‰

You disrespect my Mama? It’s going to take all God’s got to keep me in line.

You want to know why that is? Because she’s not just any kind of mom, or any kind of friend. She’s the kind of mom that took all my crap over the years. Listened to all my angry rants, aimed at her, when I was mad & couldn’t see past myself. The kind that I’m sure I hurt, over & over again, & yet… to this day… she’s not holding a grudge for all the heartache I’m sure I caused her over the years. No, she’s on the phone with me for hours at a time, laughing, and joking, and talking. & I know that’s a Mom thing, too… but it’s also a friend thing. & I, blessed as I am, recognize that I have both of those all wrapped up in one.

Every time I’m at the grocery store, I call her up… How long do you steam carrots for? Is it raining there? What’s the difference in all the different colored onions? I put watermelon in my cart, you know I’m probably not going to eat it? Should I get it or just put it back? I hear a kid screaming. I change my mind. I don’t want kids anymore. What brand of olive oil? There’s like a hundred to choose from! Pre-cut peppers? Or should I just buy the peppers & cut them up myself? Frozen or fresh? Oh, frozen? Nah. I’m getting fresh.

I really wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I have a good mom. I have a great mom. I’m biased, but I’ll tell you right now, I’ve got one of the best. (One of the best dad’s, too!) I didn’t think that when I was younger. They wouldn’t let me do anything. — Oh, you want to go there? NO. Oh, you want to stay out later than curfew? NO. Oh, what’s that boy’s name? DON’T CARE! NO. Oh, a party? NO. Do I know their parents? NO? THEN NO. —- Haha… it’s funny now. But it wasn’t then. No, that was the bane of every teenagers existence, and I can tell you that this teenager didn’t appreciate it.

Oh, I appreciate it now, and I respect it.

But the tide has turned. I’ve grown up, and what a parent is to their adult children, well that’s a whole different ball game.

My Mama can’t tell me what to do anymore, (Well, she can, but I don’t have to listen.) but she doesn’t have to. I willingly seek her advice. I want it. Tell me what to do. Give me the answers. Allllll the answers. πŸ˜‰

I have more respect, and love, for my Mama than she will ever know. For the wonderful mom she’s been my entire life, all the sacrifices, the moments where she set herself to the side, for me. I have memories that I will cherish for as long as I live, & that means the world to me.

And the beautiful thing about having a mom who is also your best friend? The memories just keep on coming. It’s twice the love, twice the laughter, twice the joy. It’s extra special.

She had no idea when I was born, if this is how things would turn out. But she hoped & prayed for it. That I’d be her little girl as a child, and her best friend as an adult. — She got her wish, and I was given far more than I could ever have hoped for.

I am so thankful to God for what I’ve been given. All the blessings. On this night, however, here’s a shout out to my Mama. — Love you. Always. Friends forever! ❀️

Heather!

Area 51, Measles, & Board Games…

I’m supposed to be working right now. I’d rather talk to y’all though! πŸ˜€

What ya want to talk about? Area 51? How I got bit by like a hundred mosquitoes earlier & my husband said I look like I have the measles now? Maybe that I have not exercised yet, & I still need to? Music? Work? My obvious procrastination? Or maybe my less obvious obsession with board games? (Okay, that’s not exactly less obvious. Well, here it is. My husband would beg to differ!)

We’ll go in order!

  1. Area 51: Aliens? Maybe. I mean, I’ve seen Independence day… that was a documentary, yeah? Seems reasonable.
  2. Mosquitoes: Are those little buggers not the devils own spawn? I’d say so! I’ve got like 30 mosquito bites on just ONE leg! ONE! — Just outside, trying to talk to my Mama on the phone, and it was like attack of the swarming mosquitoes. Is that a horror film, yet? It should be. It’s a brilliant, and scarily accurate, depiction of reality.
  3. Exercise: I have not done so, yet. But I will. I’m going to work it in, just as soon as I finish up this blog post. In a moment of seriousness here, working out regularly & staying committed to it for the last year & half is one the best decisions I’ve ever made. — Hands down. No question.
  4. Music: Currently listening toΒ I’m Coming Over,Β by Chris Young. — Two thumbs up for some good ol’ country.
  5. Work: Got some work done today! — Added a new scene to novel 1, Forgiving Anna. Still have one more to add, as well as more edits. — Pray for me? Yeah. — This is not fun stuff!
  6. Procrastination: Does this really need explaining? I don’t think it does. Y’all know.
  7. Board Games: Oooo! This one is fun! I am 28 years old, but I don’t care how old you are, board games never go out of style. They are good, wholesome, family fun. And I, for one, can say with pride that my obsession means I have a closet full of board game fun waiting on my future children. — For now, my husband, as well as extended family & friends, will be the only ones subjected to the board game madness that is family fun night. Don’t like board games & you’re at my house? Pretend. — Don’t want to pretend? Get out. — Just kiddin, just kiddin! — You can stay. But you will miss out on fun & memories, and you’ll only have yourself to blame for it. πŸ˜‰

I believe that’s the end of our list. Check in with y’all later.
Love To All,
Heather. πŸ˜€

A Lost Coke… & Memories Abound…

Curious about what I’m up to right now?

Probably not.

That’s okay.

I’m still going to tell you all about it! πŸ˜€

Singing. Writing. Drinking. — Water. It’s water, y’all.

I had a Coke, which is rare for me as it is, because I don’t drink them very often. When I do they usually come from a restaurant & are filled slap full of ice. It’s probably more ice than Coke, really, but that’s the only way I like it.

Anyway. I picked up dinner on the way home, and my lovely husband, thinking it was his drink he was finished with… dumped it down the drain. *sighs* That’s what I get for drinking something so bad for me, eh? Can’t even enjoy it!

Oh well.

As far as the singing. Love songs. Cheatin’ songs. Throwbacks I’ve been belting out for years. — I do that while I write. Music really helps with inspiration anyway. — But it also brings back memories that make me smile. For instance…

I’m listening to Sunny Sweeney’s, From a Table Away. Way, way back… years ago… after I’d just met my husband, long before he was my husband, I posted these song lyrics on Facebook…

“And I heard you tell her you still love her, so it doesn’t matter what you say, I saw it all, from a table away.”

Now for context, my husband didn’t like country music back then. He wouldn’t listen to it. He was all rock all the way. Now, though… he’s got programmed country stations all up in the car. So this was well before that.

And this was back when everything was so new, fresh, exciting, and fun. Ya know, when you’re falling in love & everything is cute.

He commented on those lyrics, saying something or other about how that was exactly why country music was trouble. πŸ˜€

I just remember grinning, thinking he was too adorable. — That’s been, goodness, nearly 9 years ago now. Holy cow. That was back in 2010. Late summer, 2010. Wow. Can’t even believe I’ve know him that long. — Time flies, y’all. — Also, just to clarify, I still think he’s adorable… just, ya know, not every single thing he says is adorable anymore. — hahahahahahaa! πŸ˜€

See!! Music… memories. They go hand in hand sometimes. Helps fuel emotion & creativity. Things that are imperative for any writer. Any person, really. πŸ˜€

As for the writing. I’m supposed to be working on novel #2… but here I am. Not doing that. Procrastinating like a boss! Is there an award for that? Can I get one? πŸ˜‰

Okay, before y’all start handing out awards I’ve definitely earned & would, likely, hang on my wall with pride, I’m going to get out of here & get to work.

Much Love,
Heather!

 

 

 

In Case You’re Interested In An Update…

Hey Everyone! πŸ˜€

It’s Saturday night, well, technically it’s early Sunday morning… but, that’s really neither here nor there.

Exercised a few hours ago, fresh out of the shower, and now I am sprawled on my couch watching Elementary on Hulu. — I am living the life, let me tell ya! πŸ˜‰

Quick update! — Also. I haven’t blogged in a while & as my fingers are flying across this keyboard I can’t tell y’all how much I’ve missed it. Of course, I spend a great deal of time typing, but still, this is different. It feels different. Novel writing & blogging are two different beasts.

Let me tell y’all where I’m at!

Book 1: Forgiving Annaleigh! — Completed. Although I am currently reading back through it & looking for any errors that may have escaped mine or any of my lovely beta reader’s notice. — It happens, y’all. It happens. — The book cover. Much closer to being completed. Hang tight, I’ll start marketing for Forgiving Annaleigh very soon. Every day is a day closer to publication, although I don’t have an exact date for that yet… there are a lot of ducks to get in a row… I’m wrangling them, bear with me. πŸ™‚

Book 2: Chasing Charley! — Is roughly 55,000 words along! Whoo-hoo! πŸ˜€ We are over half way there, just 30,000 words or so to go… which won’t take as long as you may think. I’m steadily working on this book week in and week out, amidst all the other things I’m doing. — Side note about this one. — It’s special. Near & dear to my heart, as Charley’s story is the closest thing to my very own story that will ever be put to paper. She’s not me & her story isn’t exactly the same as mine, but she’s a lot like me, and it’s very, very similar. — As soon as it’s complete… I’ll jump into editing & that book cover comes next. — Hopefully, it won’t be long after book 1 comes out, that you’ll be seeing book 2!

Book 3: Loving Lynsey! — Stay tuned! I have several scenes mapped out & I’m super excited to get started with this one! I won’t start it until book 2 is complete though, but it is in the early planning stages. I’ll dive in much deeper once I’ve finished writing Chasing Charley.

As for this Sweetgum Valley Series, there are a lot of books to come! This is just the beginning. I have big plans for this small little world that I’ve created and all these characters that I’ve grown to love.

I cannot wait to share them with you! Hang tight, they’re coming. πŸ˜€

Now that you’ve been sufficiently updated, I’m going to focus on Sherlock over here solving crimes on my tv. πŸ˜€

Much love,
Heather! πŸ™‚