Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Back In The Day

Road Trip Wednesday is a ‘Blog Carnival,’ where YA Highway's fabulous contributors post a weekly writing- or reading-related question. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody's unique take on the topic.

This week's topic:

What books were you obsessed with as a kid?

Okay - I'm going to admit - I had a really hard time with this one. I don't know if it's because very few books impacted me, or because I didn't read as much as I thought I did, or because I'm forty and already forgetting EVERYTHING, but I don't remember a whole lot of books from my kid days. I'm sure I read Dr. Seuss. I'm certain Winnie the Pooh and Bernstein Bear books filled the shelves. I know I wasn't a Nancy Drew fan. But only three books popped in my head that I can even remember reading - so apparently that's saying something.

Without further dementia rants, brace yourself for some nostalgia...






This was a must-buy for my children before they were born because how can you not LOVE Grover?! I do. I remember letters of the day and Snuffaluffagus and I definitely remember Grover. And I do remember love, love, loving this book.











I probably read a ton of Judy Blume, but this is the one I remember. Super fabulous story about a thirteen-year old future model who finds out she has scoliosis and has to wear a back brace - for four years. I'm trying to get my almost-seventh grader to read it even if it does broach topics like menstruation and masturbation. But it's really more about self-discovery and making the best of what you have.

And it's obviously one of the few (and I mean few) books I remember - so it must be good.







I was a GIHUGIC Star Wars nerd. Enough said.





And to close out the post, I'm going to share the books that I would have been addicted to had I been a twenty-first century kid. Enjoy!













How about YOU? Is your memory better than mine? What books did you obsess over as a kid?

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Take the Plunge

One of the cool things about joining crusades and blog fests is the creative challenge they offer. Last week, Rachael of Rach Writes posted our second crusader challenge – write a flash fiction in 100 words or less. I almost skipped it. I tried to rationalize—I’m too verbose for that. I suuuuuuck at short stories. The passive, stick-in-the-mud part of my brain nearly convinced me that I couldn’t tell anything in 100 words. I mean, twitter and I have a love-hate relationship for that SAME REASON.

Praise the Lord for my audacious side because I took the goldfish bowl plunge and received a most fundamental lesson in making EVERY word count. And I think I may have the skeletal version for the beginning of one of my future stories.




Sooo—I’ll continue to do things outside my comfort zone. Like this Friday—I’m partaking in the A-Z Blog Challenge. And all through the month of April, you get a post a day—every day except Sunday—corresponding to the letters of the alphabet. Considering I’m lucky to post three times a week, this is going to be quite the challenge.




But I figure—WTH. I’ll meet new friends, some really cool writers, read a lot of really awesome posts, and share some of my own lovely thoughts. And you get to hear from me almost every day! Aren’t you so lucky?!

So how about YOU? What challenges have you taken on lately?

Friday, March 25, 2011

Swim. Away.



Crusader Challenge 2!!!



Write a flash fiction story (in any format) in 100 words or less, excluding the title. Begin the story with the words, “The goldfish bowl teetered” These four words will be included in the word count.

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional, and not part of the judging criteria), see if you can write the story in your own genre (eg if you’re a horror writer, write a horror story; a romance writer, a romance story, etc).


Here's mine - in 99...

Swim. Away.

The goldfish bowl teetered on dresser’s edge with Drew unbalance. I watch Oscar’s plight from the crook of Drew’s arm. Strong. Comforting.

Suffocating.

Drew. At school—my white knight. But when the beer kicks in, Drew-ski kicks out. Friends disappear. It’s just us. My room, his rules.

No is never an option.

Drew snorts, rolls over, and I’m free. Saving Oscar’s a pixie-leap away, but I don’t move.

Confined. Yet safe.

Freedom can be asphyxiating.

My thoughts oscillate between Drew, the bowl.

Familiarity.

The unknown.

Oscar jerks.

I can’t help but smile when the bowl shatters on the floor.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Utopia


Road Trip Wednesday is a ‘Blog Carnival,’ where YA Highway's writers post a weekly writing- or reading-related question. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody's unique take on the topic.



This Week's Topic:

Which book character would you like most as a next door neighbour?

Wellll...

I would live in a five-house cul-de-sac. And I would live right next to...

The Weasleys. Hello - between Fred and George, Molly and Ron - infinite entertainment.

And for the same reason, Tiny Cooper (Will Grayson fame) would live directly across from me. If laughter is truly the best medicine for my freakoid depressionism, then I would be eternally cured from just one day with Tiny.

Next to Tiny - Jessica Gaither from The DUFF. Since my snark-o-meter rivals Bianca's, I need a constant dose of her naive optimism to douse my negativity.

And finally, on the other side of me - Han Solo - because every girl needs a swashbuckling scoundrel in her life.

So that's my imaginary world! Come on - if you lived near those guys, wouldn't you like to be MY neighbor?!

(sigh)

Okay - enough of my dreamscape - what character would be YOUR ultimate neighbor?!

Monday, March 21, 2011

3-2-1

I’m on the query coaster again. For those of you unfamiliar to that particular thrill ride, well, it’s a series of exhilarating highs and depressing lows. I just started sending my letters out last week, and I should be filled with nervous anticipation, frustration, giddiness, sadness—yep—should have a permanent case of PMS and my moods should be swingin’ off the chizzang.

Sadly though, for the past few days, my mood’s been in a perpetual state of eh.

Yep—eh.

I'm querying! I'm putting myself out there. This could possibly be THE BOOK.

I’m sitting at the peak. I should have my hands up. I should be prepping to scream my lungs out. Shoot, I even had a request already. I should be EXCITED!!!

But I’m not.

Why?

I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’ve read that one sentence one too many times. Maybe it’s because I’ve been on this ride already, and I’m anticipating the same ending.

Perhaps I’m scared to get too excited, for fear I’ll be crushed.

And that no one will ever experience my babies and fall in love with them like I have.

So blog faithfuls—today I’m treating you to a pep talk. It’s really for me, but I figured you could benefit too.

Grab your iPod, pump up the volume on your stereo. And tune in to a little Katy Perry.

My new theme song—Firework.



Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under scream
But no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you
Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of July

Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gonna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own


Uh-huh. I’m lighting up—myself, that is. And I'm going to allow myself to GET EXCITED!!!

I can do this. I don't have to be a waste of space. I'm original, cannot be replaced.

And I'm going to enjoy the exhilarating, unnerving, split-your-heart-open thrill query ride.

So, say a prayer, peeps. Maybe two. Or fifty. And if you don’t pray, maybe send a few positive thoughts my way. I could use ‘em.

Well, that and a firework booming in my ear ALL DAY LONG (smile)

How about YOU? Any songs inspiring you today?

Friday, March 18, 2011

SCBWI - Lessons Learned

Last weekend I traversed the eastern seaboard and wound up in Buckeystown, Maryland for a regional SCBWI conference. It was a day filled with most informative and inspiring sessions from the likes of YA author Laura Bowers, editors from various presses, and (sigh) literary goddess agent Rosemary Stimola.

Yes—I traveled almost seven hours for a day thing, but it was so worth it. I left with validation and rejuvenation. I got to spend time with my awesome CP Ricki Schultz, and I finally got to meet fellow Write Brained Network peeps, Sara McClung, Cristin Terrill, and Cambria Dillon! Check out their blogs! They’re super-duper fabulous. And they're all going to rock the YA market with their amazing stories.



An-y-way - I always return from trips with presents to share, soooo here's yours, faithful blog readers—a snapshot of my lessons learned:

Marilyn Brigham of Marshall Cavendish Children’s Books discussed how to use powerful word choice and sentence structure so that your work stands out. Stuff to avoid…

a) Clichés (find a new way to say it!)
b) Adverbs (use a stronger verb instead)
c) Repetition (mix it up! Keep the language fresh!)
d) Clutter—each word must do useful work. Avoid unnecessary prepositions, adjectives, and definitely omit the obvious, like tall skyscraper or large whale.

She also advised reading your work aloud, using active voice, and reading more books by authors you admire and figuring out why the writing is good.

Cool thing about Marilyn’s session—I already do most of this. So for me—majorly validating.

YA author Laura Bowers gave the best quote of the day:

Passion makes you WANT to write the story. Perseverance MAKES you write it.

And she talked about how to combine the two to completely rock a YA novel. Here’s just a layer of the richness she delivered…

To write with passion:

• Create characters you love
• Put them in a dynamic setting
• Turn them upside down with conflict
• Tell their story with an honest voice
• Draw inspiration from personal experience
• Layer with richness while editing

She talked a lot about character development and detailed how she maps out not only needs and desires, but also quirks, hates, and future plans. She gave examples as to how she drew insight for characters from overheard conversations, vacations, or eccentric family members and friends.

She encouraged us to just write and add in richness when we come back to edit. And she gave examples from her own work as to how to add richness through similes and metaphors that provide insight into your characters.

I already do this too! Here are examples from my novels…

Mookie hung his head like he missed a cheap goal. (Mookie(yes, Mookie)was a soccer goalie)

I knew I had about as much of a shot with Nic Moretti as I did at failing a test. But one could always dream. Jamie Peters (my uber-smart wallflower in my superhero novel)

But the thing Laura Bowers hit my heart with—her five-minute advice on perseverance. She encouraged us to figure out our heart’s desire and to make lists of daily actions that will help us attain our goals. She quipped that if we wanted to be writers, why would be doing everything else but writing?! Cleaning out the attic can wait. Putting together that photo album you’ve already put off for months? It can can wait another month or two. Heck, the laundry will still be there after two hours of writing.

If you want to be writer, than “get your butt in the chair.”

In six words, she gave me the permission I frequently refuse to grant myself.

There were many other fab speakers that day, but the most memorable—Rosemary Stimola (aka Suzanne Collins’ agent!). She talked queries—how they need polish and personality. No gimmicks. Just substance. And then my fangirl mode kicked in and well...that’s all I wrote down. I was too mesmerized by her stories of the fourteen-year old that pitched her at an ALA convention. Her deliverance of sample log lines tugged at my heart strings. She epitomized the passion that fuels the writing industry and her session rendered me inspired. Rejuvenated. I drove away that day wishing I could spend every waking moment honing my craft.

The whole weekend was a learning experience. And as much as I learned from the conference, I probably acquired twice as much knowledge about the publishing industry from hanging out with Ricki, Sara, Cambria, and Cristin. Cristin and Cambria are agented (YAY!!!) and their perspective on that side of the process - extremely insightful.

We chatted about our stories (PS - cannot wait till these future books hit the shelves!!!) We discussed conferences and writing. Our muses. Our difficult scenes to write. And well, honestly, the whole weekend was just fantabulous.



SEE! The new fab five.


Other lessons learned—just FYI

1) Driving over big bridges STILL causes serious hyperventilating issues

2) Cristin and Sara make the most amazing cookies EVER

3) Styrofoam cups + Moscato + very little sleep = one ugly morning

4) Ricki has the coolest license plate—Love! <3

5) Maryland has a lot of hills


Oh—and in other news

Cambria and another fellow Write Brained Networker Carolina Valdez Miller recently signed with Vickie Motter of Andrea Hurst and Associates! Congrats ladies! They're hosting amazing blog parties to celebrate.

Cambria and friends are giving away signed books, critiques, and much more starting next week! Head to her website and check it out. Now! What are you waiting for?!

Carolina and her friends are giving away tons of really cool stuff including—wait for it—a KINDLE! Whoa! Check it all out here.

And my super-awesome crusader friend Michelle Merrill just interviewed me for her blog. Click here to experience her fabulosity (and see the interview!)

Soooo - any lessons YOU learned at a conference or just from hanging out with friends?!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

RTW: Yes, You're In My Book


Road Trip Wednesday is a "Blog Carnival," where YA Highway's contributors post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on their own blogs.

You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody's unique take on the topic.




This Week's Topic:

Who have you written into a book? Be honest.

It could be someone that just inspired one specific trait in a character. Maybe your MC's ex has a weird obsession with anime, kind of like a certain ex of yours. Or maybe the evil witch wreaking havoc on your other characters is straight-up Mrs. Hawkins, your 3rd grade math teacher. Confession time – who's in your book?

Soooo - the post I should absolutely not write, but I'm way too daring to resist.

Here goes...

Most of you know I'm a high school teacher and my students are my daily muse. And while many of my students inspire a name or a character quirk, there's one who could trade places with one of my characters. And - shocker - I wrote the story before I met the student.

I won't reveal the student, but I will tell you who he inspires...

Brent Wilcher.

Ah - Brent Wilcher aka The Incredible Hormone. The boy who hits on anything with shaved legs and totures my mc on a daily basis.

Here's a partial descrip from my superhero novel.

Puberty could barely account for the six inches of height and seventy pounds of muscle Brent put on over the past few months, strength and pounds earning him a starting job on both sides of the line. And what a job: quickly turning every coach’s head as he cracked those of opposing teams, bulldozing two or three defenders on offense, and leading the team in tackles, forced fumbles, blocked punts, well, just about every defensive statistic I wrote down each week.

Weird. Up until last April, Brent had been as much of a toss off in the reject department as Mark and me. And the three of us hung out all the time until his stomach shifted to his chest and Coach Dennings noticed his football expertise.

Brent’s popularity grew with his new chums on the football team which meant our friendship disappeared off the planet. In fact, he viciously went out of his way to antagonize us. Stupid stuff, really. Like pulling a chair out from under me in the middle of Calculus or switching vials for an experiment gone wrong for Mark in AP Chem. Brent’s appearance may have resembled Superman, but his mind—totally Lex Luthor.


My real-life Brent Wilcher has since graduated, but he serves continued inspiration for Brent's character in the sequel.

So - how about YOU, my writer friends? What real life frenemy's hiding out in your stories?

Monday, March 14, 2011

Ellipses, Hyperbolas Hyperboles, and a Little Slice of Pi

My name is Alison. And I’m addicted to ellipses.

Thank goodness for my awesome CPs who call me on it because my stories might tend to look like this . . . .

(A prehistoric excerpt from my story, Envious)

“Okay, so this is pretty good stuff right here on page one . . . we can keep that . . . and I think you should definitely keep all the history . . . might need a little more research on Taoism to support your findings, but for the most part, it’s not bad . . . not bad at all.”

“Not bad, huh?” I asked Josh. He turned to me, smiled lightly, and nodded. “So, in other words, it totally sucks?”

Josh’s brown eyes widened to the size of baseballs. “No, no,” he protested. “It’s really . . . uh . . . pretty good . . . it just needs some more . . . er . . . documented support,” he stammered, flipping through the pages of my research paper. “You just need to elaborate more on some of your findings . . . okay a lot of your findings . . . but—” Exasperated, he frowned at me and plopped the paper on the table. “Okay, we have a lot of work to do.”


I'm not completely addicted, but I do have a tendency to use them, um . . . a lot. (See?!)

And did you notice the Josh’s eyes widened to the size of baseballs? Yeah—I’m the hyperbole queen too.

Okay—so what are ellipses and hyperboles, how should they be used, and the most important question—why am I obsessed with them?!

Ellipses:

Ellipsis marks are a set of three periods that indicate dropped words or a dropped thought within a sentence. You can write ellipsis marks correctly by writing them as a set of three periods, each separated from the material around them by a space. If the ellipsis marks come at the end of a sentence, you still need to end the sentence with a period after the ellipses.

You can also use ellipsis marks to indicate a pause or interruption of a thought or a pause in a sentence's flow. This is especially useful for recording dialogue or for creating a stylistic effect within your sentence. (from ehow.com)

You’ll see ellipses formatted in two ways, either three points without spacing (…) or three points with spacing ( . . . ) (from Writing Forward.com)

Hyperboles:

obvious and intentional exaggeration.

an extravagant statement or figure of speech not intended to be taken literally.

You know—like his eyebrows arched to Mars or nobody said anything for, like, a year.

When to use:

Dude—all the time!

Just kidding. Like anything—hyperboles and ellipses will be most effective when used sparingly or at least in moderation. I need to constantly remind myself of this. Hee.

And just so you know - I did eliminate all some of my ellipses from that passage. Here's the updated version.

“Okay, so this is pretty good stuff right here on page one. And I think you should definitely keep all the history. You might need a little more research on Taoism to support your findings, but for the most part, it’s not bad. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad, huh?” I asked Josh. He turned to me, smiled lightly, and nodded. “So, in other words, it totally sucks?”

Josh’s eyes tried to pop out of their sockets. “No, no. It’s really good. It, uh . . . just needs some more documented support.” He flipped through the pages of my research paper. “You just need to elaborate more on some of your findings . . . maybe a lot of your findings, but—” Exasperated, he frowned and plopped the paper on the table. “Okay, we have a lot of work to do.”


A little better. Maybe.

Now the big question: Why am I so obsessed?!

I’m blaming it on my left brain. My math-y, analytical side. Yeah. You see. Ellipses and hyperbolas rock the math world too.

What do math ellipses have to do with grammar ellipses? Not much, but it explains why I overuse them(maybe). Here are some pictures and examples so I won't have to bore you will all the math nitty gritty. (THANK YOU!!!)

Ever thought about orbiting the sun? You might need an ellipse!




Here's another! (Recognize this one?!)


Hyperbola is actually closely related to hyperbole as it derives its name from the Greek ὑπερβολή, meaning "over-thrown" or "excessive." (Sound familiar?)

And if you've ever turned left at an intersection, you and the rest of traffic create a hyperbola (sort of).



So there's your math and english lesson for the day! Aren't you glad you stopped by?

Oh—and PS—It’s 3.14 at 1:59-ish sooooo



Happy Pi Day!!!

Yeah, yeah. I know. Enough with the math already.

Anything you’re addicted to in your writing? Or are YOU celebrating anything special today?

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Someone Like...

Road Trip Wednesday is a "Blog Carnival," where YA Highway's contributors post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on their own blogs.


This week, YA Highway is celebrating the release of Kirsten Hubbard's book, Like Mandarin!

(have you entered YA Highway's amazing Like Mandarin giveaway?)



It was published by Delacorte yesterday. In honor of that, she's launched a new Like Mandarin guest blog tour, featuring posts from YA authors like Beth Revis, Mindi Scott, Elana Johnson, Lisa Schroeder, Daisy Whitney, Lindsey Leavitt, Michelle Hodkin, and more!

In Like Mandarin, 14-year-old Grace Carpenter would give anything to be like 17-year-old Mandarin Ramey -- the bold, carefree wild girl of their small Wyoming town. Many people experienced that sort of longing as a teen -- a longing to be like someone else. A friend, a sister, a celebrity, an acquaintance, a cousin, a teacher or, as in Grace's case, a girl you thought had no idea you existed.

She'll be giving away a swag pack to one of the commenters* every day of the tour. All commenters are also entered to win a signed, annotated AND doodled-in copy of Like Mandarin.

And there's even more! Click here for all the details!

So in honor of Like Mandarin's release, this week's road trip topic...




I interpreted this question two ways, so of course I'm going to give both responses!

First, when I was in high school, I would have given anything to be like my friends who could sing. Throughout my teen daze, I was always involved with some sort of play or musical. I could dance circles around most people. I had my share of leads in plays. But musicals...ugh. I mean, I could hold my own in the chorus, but scoring solos? Not so much.

My friends who charmed audiences as Dorothy (The Wiz) or Mary (Jesus Christ Superstar) always seemed to go to the hottest parties, have the coolest boyfriends. They had it all. And I would've traded a gihugic bucket of brain cells and my big toes for a chance to play Fastrada in Pippin or Rizzo in Grease. To sing like Lea Michele? Wow.

So, yeah. I was a Rachel (GLEE) wannabe.

Second, if I could throw myself into any book, I would have given anything to be like Max from uh...Maximum Ride. My inner teen is in squee mode whenever I read those books. I mean, really...the girl has wings. She can fly. And she's snarkier than The DUFF's Bianca Piper. She experiences the rollercoaster highs and lows exploring unfamiliar relationship territory with the boy who's been her best friend her whole life. Evading danger and risk-taking are the norm.

So, yeah...I would've given anything to sing. And to fly. Maybe both at the same time. Or not.

How about YOU? Who would you have given anything to be like?

And don't forget to check out Like Mandarin and Kirsten's cool giveaways!

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Write Brained 24/7

I’m in pimp mode, peeps. Today I’m giving props to a fab bunch of writers.

And inviting you to become one of them.



I’m a member of the Write-Brained (WB) Network, “a talented and motivated group of knowledgeable and supportive writers of various genres, stages, and levels of writing.” We’re over a hundred members strong—members who are established authors, up-and-coming authors, recently agented writers, newbies to writing, poets, short story extraordinaires—you name it, the WB’s got it.

Ricki Schultz, a freelance writer who also interviews literary agents for the Guide to Literary Agents blog and contributes to Writer’s Digest Books, created the WB in 2009 as a way to connect with other writers as a way of cultivating her own, as well as others’, writing. She also saw the online group as a means to stay in touch with people she’d met at conferences.

Of course, like anything, the experience is totally what you make of it, but here’s what the WB could offer you:

1) Pass-word protected network with other writers from all over the world

2) Find beta readers and critique partners

3) Critique Corner – You can post queries, first pages of novels, short stories—and receive some pretty amazing feedback in a secure environment

4) Both writing and non-writing book reviews

5) Monthly online chat with featured discussion topics ranging from querying to voice. This month’s chat topic: Plotters and Pantsers—excited!

6) Word Watchers – an amazing program designed to motivate you to write, write, write!!! (I blogged about it here)

7) Within the network chapters (I’m a proud member of the YAwesome Writers!—You could be too!)

8) Upcoming conferences—in one centralized location (no more searching!!!)

Oh yeah…here’s the totally I’ve got you hooked now part…

9) It’s free

Well, donations are accepted to maintain the site, but yeah, still free.

And…AND…even more amazing—the WB is hosting its first ever conference September 10, 2011!!! And it’s only, like, $45 to go! Here’s a bigger blurb…




The workshop will feature authors, editors, and agents speaking on everything from first pages to building your platform. Click here for a schedule, a list of speakers, and a chance to register.

It’ll be an amazing day of networking and learning. I’m in. How ‘bout you?!

Honestly, for me, the best thing about the WB has been new found friends. There are a few people on the WB who I’d trust completely with my writing (and other stuff too!). It’s just nice to friend someone who’s at a similar writing stage with similar writing experiences in a secure and nurturing community.

For me - it was just the write way to go.

So—an awesome online writing group and a fantabulous workshop just two clicks away. What are you waiting for?!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Let The Games Begin



Three weeks ago I became a soccer widow. My husband coaches girls soccer at his high school, he coaches a classic traveling team, and he’s the go-to person for this, that, and the other soccer thing. He’s at practice every day after school, then two nights for the club team when he doesn’t have games with his high school girls. Weekends? A two- four-hour drive for an hour and a half game. Sprinkle in an overnighter in a hotel or a tournament in a town I’ve never heard of and well—I don’t see a lot of the hubs from February to May.

I should be sad about this, right? He spends less time around the house. He’s gone many nights during the week. I’m left to chauffeur the kids to their own soccer practices and dance classes and birthday parties. And—ugh—I have to figure out what’s for dinner. Worse—make it. So I guess I should be in mourning. Wearing black every day (oh wait—I do anyway). I should be grieving the loss of my husband for four months.

Instead, I’m happy.

Why?

1) I looooove soccer. I love watching my husband’s girls play soccer.

2) On some home game nights, my kids get to run around with their friends while I watch the game catch up with old friends.

3) The rare weekend I accompany him on his soccer adventures—FUN!!!

And the real reason for my recently widowed bliss:

4) Away games + congratulatory/consolation beer beers after the game = guilt-free writing for me

Yep. I want my husband out of the house so I can write.

There. I said it. I’m a selfish cotton-headed ninnymuggin.

It’s not that I want my husband gone all the time. I don’t. But the few nights I can stay up late writing on nights he’s not there means I’ll be able to spend quality time with him when he is. His coaching soccer creates quite the symbiotic relationship.

Tomorrow night my husband’s girls have their first official game. (PS—Go Cards!) And while the end of an exhausting work week usually spells an early Friday night, I’m staying up. Late. And enjoying some time with my imaginary friends.

So bring on the games—lots of them.

Cause while my hubby’s got game, I’m about to get my write on.

And that makes for one selfish happy aspiring author.

So, how about you? Do you secretly relish your significant other’s absence? What do you do when he/she is gone?