I’ve mentioned before that my husband participated in National Novel Writing Month in 2010. It was a tough month for our family but at the end of it he went from an outline to 50,000 closer to his first novel. Now after a year of writing and another year of revisions his first novel By The Light of the Moons is finally available for Kindle. It will be available for Nook and other e-readers in the next few weeks and in paper form in time for Christmas shopping.
While it has been difficult for me to watch my husband achieve something in so short a time that has been a long held dream of mine, I am immensely proud of him. He gave up his lunch break at work every day for months and his evenings and weekends as well. He wrote with a consistency that I have never managed to accomplish. His ideas were fresh and new, even to someone like me who doesn’t read a lot of fantasy (save Naomi Novick’s Temeraire series).
“Nothing in this world was ever supposed to die.”
Adain is haunted by those words. His mother told him it was the oldest legend of their world, Sirith. But he is more consumed with finding ora.
Most people in Sirith have never heard of ora. For those who have, they know it helped win a war, but little else. Adain encountered the mysterious substance years ago and is certain of its power. He desperately wants to extract more of it, but the meric priests have thwarted his every attempt to be a part of the ora economy. When only the king’s approval will suffice, Adain embarks on a journey to prove his worthiness.
Along the way he is joined by his brother Taeric, a soldier who once valued duty above all else, but now only finds solace at the bottom of a mug of ale; the excommunicated meric, Kereth, who always seems to know more than he says aloud; Maive, the beautiful and enigmatic wanderer looking for her home; the woman locals call “The Forest Lady,” who has a tragic past and can see the future in riddles; and a man of a nearly extinct race whose mere presence makes warriors tremble. These unlikely companions travel together, but pursue their own ambitions, as they uncover their interwoven pasts and unearth Sirith’s forgotten history.
If you enjoy fantasy, I would encourage you to check out By The Light of the Moons. I realize that I’m a bit biased, since I was involved in the editing and revision process, but I think that the characters are real and compelling and the plot keeps the readers attention.
Last Friday we went to my son’s doctor for yet another weigh. Finally some significant progress! He weighs 13 pounds, 13 ounces which is a gain of 13 ounces in 18 days, which is excellent. We’ve now begun giving him solid foods once a day, sometimes twice a day. He absolutely loves it. Usually I cut him off so that he doesn’t replace breast milk with too many solids. His nursing has also increased, making it harder for me to get enough for his supplemental bottles. We’ve cut down his bottles to two 3-4 ounce bottles twice a day instead of 4 ounce bottles three times a day. I’m hoping that I finally start to breath a sigh of relief. I’m beginning to work my favorite activities such as writing (and blogging), knitting and dancing back into my life. Now I just need to start exercising again. It is still a struggle to get proper nutrition, given that his sudden mommy phase means that I can rarely put him down long enough to pump or use the bathroom, let alone make myself something to eat. But at least for now I can enjoy the fact that he is growing healthily again.
Of course he now sleeps terribly, instead preferring to cuddle up with me for half the night, but that is another issue entirely.
This year the theme of MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) is Plunge: Love Like Your Life Depended on It. To coordinate with that theme, the leaders of my MOPS chapter were asked to share stories of experiences where we plunged into something. Below is my story.
During our last family vacation before I went to college my family visited the seashore in Delaware. My mother, sister and I have always loved the ocean, usually swimming out beyond the breakers into the deep water where we can just rise and fall with the waves. On this particular day we had been out in the water for a quite a while when we realized that we were very far from shore. Sure enough, the lifeguard began whistling at us but we couldn’t seem to get back to shore. We were caught in a rip current. I began swimming parallel to the shore as I’d been taught, trying not to let panic set in, but we had already been swimming for a long time and I was very tired. My mom managed to get to shore but my sister and I were stuck treading water. Before I knew it a lifeguard came crashing through the waves. He threw my sister his life preserver and told me to put my arm around his neck as he pulled us both to shore.
Sometimes we need to take risks in life, in friendship, going out beyond the breakers into the deeper water, pursuing deeper relationships where we share our hearts with each other, When things go wrong, we need to take help when it’s offered; stop treading water and hold on to each other for support and sometimes let ourselves be rescued.
Below is my first attempt to participate in Five Minute Friday. I’m hoping it will help me get my writing back in track.
Focus is something I don’t seem to have a lot of these days. As I’ve been struggling to get my manuscript for my family advent devotional ready for Kindle formatting I’m constantly interrupted. My son only sleeps for snatches during the day and my daughter is feeling needy and constantly looking for extra attention. It seems like I reread the same paragraph two or three times looking for errors and trying to reformat sentences only to be interrupted by a poopy diaper or the need for a snack or (yes, we do sometimes watch TV) a new episode of Thomas the Tank Engine or Veggie Tales. It seems like between feeding and pumping and all the other things required in a day there is so little time left for me. I’m still learning the ins and outs of typing while pumping. This is the first time I’ve been able to manage it with both my hands.
I’m someone who usually gets in the zone. Once I get past the initial activation energy I can go for hours, unless of course I’m interrupted. The life of a mother is a series of poorly timed interruptions, unfinished thoughts and random projects in process. I used to be Ok with this. But somehow, but baby #2 I’m finding myself less tolerate. Even this relatively short post is interrupted by my son waking and needing to be rocked back to sleep. Fortunately my generous husband is handling it since I’m still hooking up to my breast pump.
Oh to concentrate on just one thing. To really focus on a task and complete it or at least make significant progress toward it. I sometimes think that I gave up the right to that when I had children. But yet I know women who seem to do that every day. What is their secret?