Lost in the Mountains

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I got lost this weekend.

My boyfriend and I went up into the mountains on Saturday. We were heading for Chessman reservoir, up in the mountains. The plan was a picnic . . . roast chicken, sparkling cider, picnic blankets. I was planning on taking pictures.

I didn’t take any pictures.

We used Google maps, see. And Google maps doesn’t always take you where you think it’s going to take you.

It took us somewhere we weren’t expecting.

We ended up on a dirt road winding up through the mountains. Lots of boulders, dead trees, and gorgeous views. I loved it. Except the part about being lost on a road that was so narrow it was a little awkward to turn around.

That’s when my boyfriend’s phone ran out of service and the map glitched out, leaving us with a blank map and miles of nowhere stretching out in every direction.

We turned around three times.

We ended up at a gate on private property and decided that this was probably the wrong way. So we drove all the way back to where the road was paved again and followed the map old-school style to the reservoir.

This method worked.

Sort of.

The map brought us to another, even narrower dirt road with a ridiculous amount of traffic on it. Cliff on one side, hills on the other. We pulled over a lot. To let the cars by. When we finally made it to the lake, I was ready to get out of the car.

Except there was no parking. Because everyone and their brother and their sister and their Aunt Matilda had decided to visit Chessman reservoir that day. So we circled the parking lot, turned around one more time, and found a place next to a stream to have our picnic. Cliffs, gorgeous trees, sparkling cider, a hidden nook to have our picnic, and places to wade and cool off.

So it turned out pretty amazing.

Despite all the twists and turns.

What did you do on Memorial Day weekend? Any big plans? Tell me about it in the comments!

Introvert Recovery 101

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I had a crazy week.

Like, really crazy.

First of all, I spent all five work days at conference centers, attending—and presenting—at meetings. Which meant a lot of talking and a firehose of information. Stories were planned. Characters were examined. Exciting things happened.

I think I survived. I haven’t checked yet.

Secondly, we had quite a lot of snow, which got so bad that Wednesday night my dad got stuck on his way home and had to be rescued. I elected to stay in town for the night rather than try to make it home through the drifts. I called one of my best friends who also happens to be my godsister, and she graciously invited me to stay the night with her.

So, I slept at her house instead of going home. And fell in love with her gorgeous dog.

It was actually wonderful.

But by the time that Saturday rolled around, I was pretty much spent. Like, blank stare kind of spent. Being a scriptwriter and telling stories for a living is the best, most awesome thing ever, but it is also probably the most draining thing I have ever done. There are no auto-pilot days at the office, and my creativity takes a pretty regular beating.

So, on the weekends, I recover.

Recovery, for me, usually involves quiet moments. Silence. Stories that I don’t have to tell. And really, really good food.

Because who doesn’t love good food?

This week, I spent Saturday housesitting for a friend. I took my little sister with me, and we spent the whole day cooking good food, eating an entire carton of ice-cream between us, and watching TLC’s Say Yes To The Dress.

I fell asleep on the couch.

For several hours.

Basically, we binge-watched shows and slept the weekend away. It was exactly what I needed. Introvert recovery is hard on the best of days, but if you can find a special sister to spend it with and a place to hide away without interruptions, you’re well on your way. And, since I firmly believe that creativity is impossible without recovery in-between, it was the best thing I could have done for my books and the scripts I’m currently writing.

So everyone won!

How do you recover after a particularly draining week? Tell me about it in the comments!

The Next Right Thing

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New Year’s resolutions are hard.

Statistically, most of them end up abandoned a month or so after New Year’s. I myself have never had much luck with them. They put pressure on us for a huge amount of change in a very, very short time, and personally, I’ve never found that life changes that way.

The changes that have come in my own life, big or small, have come slowly.

They’ve come one page, one morning at the gym, one journal entry at a time.

In the last decade, I’ve traveled to eight countries, written ten books, moved into my own home, worked multiple jobs, started this blog, and finally made something of a start on my career. None of that came out of a New Year’s resolution.

It came from moments.

From working when I didn’t feel like it.

From people supporting, loving, and believing in me, even when there wasn’t a great deal to believe in.

From knowing what my dreams were every single day, not just the first day of the year.

And most of all, from prayer, and from knowing that God had something for me right where I was, whether I could see it or not.

I could not have predicted where I am today five years ago, or ten years ago.

I’ve never been a five-year-plan kind of girl. I know what I want, and I know what I’m passionate about. I love books, I love stories, and I’ve spent this decade pursuing that. I didn’t make a resolution to end up here, I never had more of a plan than to publish my books and to make my living as a writer.

But I took the chances that came my way. I treasured my moments and used them. And I focused on doing the next right thing. Whether that meant writing another page. Or attending another conference. Or seeking out the help I needed.

Or simply being able to appreciate where I was while I built to where I wanted to be.

So this year, I don’t have any resolutions, except to do the next right thing. To take the next step.

And to treasure where I am, no matter what the future holds.

Here’s to 2020!

What are some of your hopes for 2020? Do you have a Next Right Thing in mind?

Christmas Parties

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I am not generally a ‘party’ kind of person.

Honestly, if you know anything about me, you know this. I spent my childhood hiding from parties. In my room, in the woods, in books, and in stories out of my own head.

Once, I hid in a rabbit hutch.

Someone found me.

I’m still bitter about it, if you were wondering. I think I should have been safe in a rabbit hutch.

But now that I’m pretending to be an adult, I go to parties. Apparently, that’s part of the deal. Of course, I’m still an introvert who needs time to recharge and hide away with my books, but when a party comes up, I don’t run. Usually.

This year, I hosted a Christmas party.

I was so proud of myself.

My writers’ group had our first ever Christmas party together this weekend. We ate awesome food, drank sparkling cider, exchanged gifts, and talked about books. It was lovely. These girls are my best friends, my mostly companions, and my support group. They understand my strange rants, support my flashes of inspiration, and keep me centered.

I love them.

I was also apparently preoccupied completely with our party when it happened, because I didn’t take a single picture. Not even one, although I meant to take a few, just to prove that I can, in fact, throw a party.

Oh well.

Next time.

I also had a work Christmas party this week. We played Whirlyball. Which is basically lacrosse with bumper cars. Since I’m not competitive, coordinated, or athletic AT ALL, I was a little worried that it would turn out to be an embarrassing experience. But bumper cars tend to level the playing field, and I had so much more fun than I expected.

Neither of these parties called for high extroversion or meeting a lot of strangers, but I’ve decided to count them as my quota this year. I have one more Christmas party with some younger siblings planned, then this introvert is going back into hiding. Until then . . . Merry Christmas!

Do you have any Christmas events planned? Tell me about them in the comments!

Christmas Is Coming!

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I love December.

Christmas lights, music, snow, parties and presents and people we love.

Yep, it’s my favorite.

I already bought all my Christmas presents, if you can believe that. And wrapped them.

Chocolate wine was involved.

And Christmas movies.

It was a good day.

But now that November is past and Thanksgiving is behind us, life is beginning to feel more normal again. My mom is back from her extended visit to my sister in Virginia, my dad is finished with multiple business trips, and it feels like we are starting to settle again after a crazy month.

Thank goodness.

So, now it’s time for Christmas!

My own house won’t be getting much decoration this year, considering that two of us live in this tiny house and there is not much extra room, but my family did a beautiful job at the Big House. There are lights and wreaths and a tree with candy canes, and that’s good enough for me. At least for this year. December is generally a whirlwind in our house, and I have definitely felt that this year. Christmas presents to buy, invitations, Christmas parties at work, decorating. Not everyone is here this year, and I have siblings scattered all over the world (literally), so Amazon is a great help.

Amazon and my address book.

Thankfully, my Christmas presents are wrapped and I only have two parties to plan, so I’ll be attempting to find some evenings and weekends to relax and enjoy the Christmas season without the hurry. Maybe a few Christmas movies. And some music. And a book or two.

We’ll see what I find time to squeeze in.

What are some Christmas traditions that you have to keep the season from becoming too hectic? Tell me about them in the comments!

Vacation

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This week, I am not going into the office.

I am taking my first vacation days since starting this job, and I am so excited. I’m going to sleep in, read way too many books, write my own projects, and spend so, so much time with my family.

And maybe watch way too much Disney+. Because it’s the only streaming service I’ve ever actually liked. For one thing, I know exactly what I want to watch as soon as I open it.

Meaning, whatever I click on first is my new favorite.

I have a thing for Disney movies. And Pixar.

I’m basically a child, so this is the best streaming service ever.

But I’m going to be so responsible and only watch Frozen once and spend most of my time outside or with my siblings. Case-in-point, yesterday! We went to the zoo—which I took many, many pictures of—and afterward found an outdoor skating rink in downtown Colorado Springs. They had music and lights in the trees and people skating with their kids and cute couples holding hands while they skated.

So, of course, I panicked and had to join because it’s Christmas time almost and skating in the park with lights and music and people is romantic in a fairytale kind of way. So, yes, we did it for the aesthetic.

I took no pictures of the result.

But my sisters and I had so, so much fun. None of them had any skating experience, and I’d only been a few times, so we weren’t exactly graceful, but no one fell or broke any bones or had any major bruises by the end of it.

So it was a success.

I’m hoping for lots more spontaneous adventures before I go back to the office at the beginning of December. But since part of my plan includes hiding away in my tiny cabin with a cozy fire and a good book, I’m going to have to figure out how to do both.

And find time to write and bake cookies as well.

Who needs sleep during vacation, right?

What are some fun activities you jump for when your vacations come around? Tell me about them in the comments!

Growing Roots

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I have three trees growing in my house.

And a handful of acorns in the back of my fridge, ready for the spring.

So, of course, yesterday I found pine seeds scattered all over my porch from the wind and couldn’t help myself. Now they’re in my fridge, sealed in a plastic bag with a damp paper towel until they germinate.

I’m going to need a lot of pots when spring comes.

Like, a lot of pots.

Since my house is very small and there is a limit to how many trees I can plant inside it before my sister goes crazy and kicks me and my trees out, I am looking at building a greenhouse. With counter space. And a lot of pots. So I can experiment with some different species and try to grow some that I haven’t had the guts to try until now. Like maple trees. And spruce.

I’m excited.

Okay, I definitely understand that growing trees inside my house is a little weird. I mean, who has an oak tree growing on top of their bookshelves? But I love things that last. That grow slowly. That take time to get anywhere, because when they do start growing finally, it means more because of how much time and energy was put into waiting for them.

It helps me remember that all the work and effort and time I put into my books and my career as a writer isn’t wasted. That growth comes in cycles, and all the growth that happens on the surface has to be balanced out by long, long periods of seeming stasis to let the roots catch up.

And, most of all, that the things that take a long, long time to grow will be the ones that last.

So when I’m frustrated with myself and my writing and can’t seem to get my stories right, I can go back to my trees and remember that I have to let the roots catch up. I have had so much rapid growth in the last five months, and now it’s time to pause. And settle. To embrace the hard things, and not worry that the growth I would love to see isn’t there. The roots are catching up, and the cycle is starting again. When the roots are ready, the growth will come.

So, writers, if you haven’t seen the growth you’re looking for, remember to check under the surface too. Today, you may be growing the roots you need.

What is growing in your life lately? Tell me about it in the comments!

Wait… HOLLYWOOD??

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Well, sort of.

This has been the craziest month for me, and the last week has reached new heights of surreality. I’m running on low sleep and lower caffeine, so bear with me while I try to make sense of everything that’s happened, okay?

Great. Thanks.

So . . . a week ago, I drove into work with a suitcase and got on a plane with my manager, my boss, and a coworker, and flew to California.

I have never been to California.

It is apparently very hot in California.

Who knew?

So, while it snowed in Colorado, I relaxed in a hotel room in California and took in the sights.

Ha!

That was a good joke.

Actually, I spent four consecutive days going to ten-hour-long seminars on story structure, plot, character design, and scriptwriting. By the time it was over, I had been screaming on mute for three days, had almost fifty pages of notes, and could see sounds. I was also molded into the shape of my chair.

But! I learned so, so much, and I’m excited to get back to Colorado (hopefully) today and begin to apply what I learned. If I make it through the snow and actually get home, which we are definitely rooting for!

Besides going to the seminar, which was a whirlwind and definitely adventure enough for little homebody me, I also had the chance to attend a session at the recording studio in Burbank and watch an episode of the radio drama I write for be recorded. I met some of the actors involved, watched another of the writers direct, and had the chance to start up a discussion with one of the original creators of the show.

So, yeah, I learned a lot. And it was very exciting.

After six days of nonstop rushing, however, I am ready to be home. I’m typing this in an airport in Las Vegas, NV, and my flight should (again, hopefully) be taking off in the next half an hour or so.

So wish me luck! Send up a prayer if you think of it! I’m excited to get home and hoping to beat a snowstorm back to my cozy cabin in the woods, where I will immediately curl up with some hot chocolate, my kitty (who I have missed excruciatingly), and my sister (who I have also missed excruciatingly). Colorado, here I come!

I have been so out of commission this week! What did I miss? Tell me about what’s been happening to you lately?

When I Leave My House

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It’s Tuesday, isn’t it?

Monday was, in fact, yesterday. Not today.

I found that out last night. After I’d forgotten to write this blog post, or do any of my other Monday tasks.

But then, it wasn’t a normal Monday. So I plead confusion. I didn’t get up at 5 AM to write my blog post, I didn’t go off to work at 7, I didn’t have a meeting with my team or talk about my tasks for this week.

So, in my defense, my schedule was all messed up.

What I did do was unpack my bags—yes, I’ve been away—and try to get my life and a very stubborn book sorted out before I leave again on Wednesday on a very special trip. Which I am not going to tell you about. Until next week, after it’s already happened.

Okay, I’ll give you a hint. Just one.

Remember how I said I work for a radio program? Well, this particular radio program records in California.

But that’s enough about that! I promise to tell you all about it come Monday. Or Tuesday, if my Monday turns out weird and I forget about it.

Anyway, this has been a very busy month for me. I’ve been away from my cozy little house, changing up my whole routine—which never fails to discombobulate me—and keeping so busy with book releases, revisions, and my actual job that I haven’t had time to pause and figure out which way is up.

Thank goodness for long weekends to pack. And relax. And center myself. I’ve been learning in the last few days how important that is for me. I need time for long walks and quiet moments, especially if what I’m writing is going to be any good. I need time to be alone with my thoughts and to be still under the trees. Fall weather is perfect for reminding me to take a little time to pause and savor the nip in the air. The acorns are ripe, and I collected a whole handful of them on my lunch breaks and walks after work. They’ve all been tucked away in damp paper towels, sealed in plastic bags, and left to incubate in the back of the fridge until spring.

So yes, even amidst the busy, I am remembering how to pause. How to breathe. How to be.

I’m not always the best at it, but October seems intent on reminding me. The last few days have been so, so chilly, and from my office I have a perfect view of snow on the mountains and bare trees and blowing leaves.

To quote Anne Shirley, “I am so glad that I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

I may be flying off to California tomorrow (spoilers) and have a million other things happening in the next few weeks, but today, at least, I am doing my best to pause and appreciate my October.

What is fall like in your corner of the world today? Tell me about it in the comments!

 

November 1st!

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“One must always look after one’s acorns, especially in autumn, when all the little creatures are stocking their larders and lining their nests for when Dame Winter comes a’calling.”

I ordered a proof copy of Of Bullfrogs and Snapdragons this week!

Which means . . .

*Trumpets sound*

My newest book will hit Amazon on November 1st!

How exciting is that? I can’t begin to tell you how much this book means to me, or how thrilled I am to share it with you all. Frankly, I’m not sure how I managed to find the time to format it, work with the editor and the cover designer, and finish all the thousand and seven small details that have to be done before a book hits the store.

But, besides a few last quality checks, it’s ready!

I am so ready to have this book in my hands. I love fairytales with all of my heart, and these are especially important to me. They are my retreat—the books that I am allowed to love without someone looking over my shoulder and wondering if this detail or that plot point should be done differently. Now that I work full time in a professional environment, it’s hard to sit back and actually enjoy what I write. My scripts/outlines are written with the anxious niggle in the back of my mind that when I finish, someone is going to read through it and come back with pages of notes on how to fix all the problems I somehow didn’t notice. My main book series is a constant progression of editing, revision, and sending out query letters only to be rejected again and again. I always have a new plan for how to increase marketability and get them noticed, and yet—seven years in—they are still waiting for someone to come back with a yes.

And then . . . I have my fairytales.

And they are just for me, and the few of you who find them as soothing as I do.

This book especially was a joy to write. Autumn is and always will be my favorite season, and it was such a treat to linger in it for all twelve chapters, seeing it from the simple perspectives of a gnome, a fairy, and a snapdragon.

Of Mice and Fairies was a series of stories introducing my characters, but Of Bullfrogs and Snapdragons will be a little different. It’s an ongoing story with a central plot, characters that continue on from one chapter to the next, and a villain—of sorts. I can’t for you to read it!

What kinds of stories do you reach for when the world feels stressful and you need a break? Tell me about them in the comments!