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My Best Laid Plans… Went Up In Smoke…

I had plans to be productive today. Really, really productive. I was going to get up early, I was going to work, I was going to reorganize my closet, and I was going to workout. — I. Had. Plans. — But you know what they say… the best laid plans and all that…

When my alarm went off this morning, I realized fairly quickly that I did not feel well. There’s nothing I despise quite like sinus problems and post-nasal drip… Because, well, it makes me feel awful. But there I was, post-nasal drip from hell, absolute misery. So naturally, I went back to sleep.

After several more hours in bed, I did finally climb out of it. While I slept, just so y’all know, my dog stole my flip flops, which I found, thankfully unharmed, in two different rooms of the house. Anyway, besides taking Pepper out, eating lunch, & checking the mail… I haven’t done anything except sit on my couch, in, as I said earlier, absolute misery.

I thought about working out anyway, powering through it and all that nonsense. But then I thought about the strength it would take me to do 160 pushups alone, not including the cardio workout or the 150 crunches… And well, I think it would kill me… So, that’s doubtful! 😂

Work. Well, I may attempt to write later. I’m roughly 20,000 words into my fourth novel. But honestly, even that’s doubtful. Y’all know I love to read, but even when I thought about doing that an hour or so ago, I was like, no. Too much effort. So while I like to entertain the idea, I can’t imagine actually doing so. Even now writing this, I’m getting a headache, which I didn’t have before I started this. Soooo… 👀

The closet… Well, that’ll still be there when I feel better. It’ll still be an unorganized mess, but it’ll be there.

So what will I do with the rest of my day? I have no idea. I’ve been meaning to rent the movie Kong: Skull Island… As I’ve recently gotten into the whole Godzilla, Kong movie world… But my husband hasn’t seen it yet and if I watch it without him he’ll probably be disappointed. Sooooo, maybe I’ll rent something else. Maybe take a nap. I don’t know. It won’t be much, because I have zero energy for anything at all. My nose is dry. My eyes are itchy. My throat aches. My head feels three times bigger than it’s actual size. It also hurts now. And to add to that, and TMI warning… All I can smell and taste is mucus. 👀 See, I told ya… Absolute misery.

Missed y’all, btw. This is my first post in ages. ❤️ See ya soon! 😊

Just Another Tuesday!

The past four or so days have been really busy around my house. So, today, for the first time in days, I had a normal day. I slept in a little, I got some writing done, and I managed a nice workout. Long overdue, all of it, and it’s been nice. ❤️

My fingers are itching to get at the keyboard, not this one, I’m typing this on my phone while cooling down from that workout I mentioned. My laptop is charging in the corner, just waiting for me to get back to Justin and Lynsey. Things are heating up for them! 😊

I’d stick around and chat, but besides writing and editing, I have a million other things to do, too. Will you see all soon!

Heather.

A Rainy Writing Day…

It’s a rain, rain, rainy day! Seriously, it has rained all day. Still raining. It’s one thirty in the afternoon, I have work to do, but I’m tossing out a quick blog post first. (Insert thumbs up here!)

I’m sitting at my desk. Which is actually the bar in my kitchen. Sometimes it’s my couch, but today it’s the bar. I have a, well, what I’m actually about to say I’m sure will offend many, but I have a nice, big coffee mug full of water. — Yeah, I drink water out of coffee mugs. I just like the way it tastes out of coffee mugs. I know plenty people would say that water tastes like water no matter what you drink it out of, but I would argue the opposite. What you drink beverages out of changes the way they taste. And I will die on this hill! (With my coffee mug of water!) 😉

I have nine chapters left on this out of order edit I started about a month and a half ago. If you’re wondering why it has taken this long, well I’m writing my third book, too. I write for a couple days, edit for a couple, back and forth we go. I like to break up the monotony of doing the same thing day in and day out. Plus, I feel like my work is better when I get little breaks from it and come back. Whether I’m writing or editing.

I’m almost there. I can see the finish line. Plus, when I started this out of order edit, novel number three was at roughly 15,000 words. We’re now at 50,000! Woo-hoo! 😀 Makin’ progress.

A lot has been accomplished in the last month and a half. As much as I could have done? Probably not. No, definitely not. But, hey, we’ll get it.

I’m going to jump back in now, edit, and listen to the rain coming down outside my window.

Hope you all have a splendid day! – Heather.

Update On Posting Schedule.

So originally I set out to do a blog post a day in 2020. I did one every day for January, but moving forward I’m going to switch it up to three days a week and see what I think.

I may like it better, I may decide to add a day, who knows! We’ll see.

This is not one of the weekly posts, it’s just a quick update on that.

See ya!

Heather.

It’s My Birthday… And I Bought Myself A Milkshake!

I turned 29 years old today. Can y’all believe that? I feel so old. I’m almost 30! Whaaaat?

Wanna know what I did? Woke up and went shopping. As if I don’t shop enough already, I used my birthday as an excuse to do more shopping.

I bought a pair of jeans at T.J. Maxx. Really, I love that store. I could live in it. I’d be quite content there.

I’m kind of funny about my jeans. So it was a stroke of luck, or rather, a blessing from above, take it how you will, that I found them. I don’t really care for extra stretchy denim. I know most people love it. But I am just not one of those people. I prefer that tougher denim, the kind that was more popular back in the 90s, and has a little less stretch in it, a little less give until you wear them for a few hours. I don’t really know how to describe it. (Some author I am, right?) Maybe y’all know what I’m talking about, maybe y’all don’t, I don’t know.

Anyway, when I come across that kind of denim, in a pair of jeans that fit me just right, I snatch em up. More than one pair if I can. I found a pair about a month ago and I absolutely love them. But they only had the one pair. It’s a brand I wear a lot of, and the jeans are actually from like two seasons ago. 2018, I believe. So they aren’t just hanging out on the shelves everywhere. I’ve been popping into the store about once a week hoping to find more, but it’s been nothing but stretchy denim. A lot of new arrivals and stuff, but stretchy.

I was looking around today, and on a whim, because I rarely check out the clearance section. I probably should, that’s the smart thing to do, but I just never do. It’s no where near my section of clothing, so I just never think about it. Anyway, low and behold, but what did I find… one pair of the same exact jeans I bought a month ago. For… half the price!

Can you say Happy Birthday to me? I sho did!

That’s all I bought though. I looked at purses and kitchen stuff, but in the end I left with only the jeans.

I did go by the Cookout and get a chocolate syrup milkshake, which I’ve never had. It tasted like my childhood, by the way. Fitting, given it’s my birthday and all. It’s like when I was a kid and I’d ask my mom for a glass of chocolate milk with the Hershey’s syrup? It tasted just like that, in milkshake form. Delicious!

Also, a little tidbit completely irrelevant to the rest of this post, I worked yesterday, and we have gone from 30,000 words to 35,000 on novel number three! (For anyone curious, that’s a total of about 140 actual book pages.) Woo-hoo! Progress! (Don’t remind me that I’ve still got 50,000 words to go, just don’t remind me.)

Will see y’all later!

Heather!

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. 😉

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! 😉

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. 😉

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! 😀

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 to I’m Coming Over, 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. 😉

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