I'm Ready! Children's Book Forthcoming!

This is so exciting! I’m ready, I’m actually ready! Years of imagining what I wanted is finally coming to fruition. Projects I didn’t even know I wanted are about to launch. It’s pretty incredible how we (meaning, me) fight against ideas that will propel us forward out of fear of the unknown, but once it happens, we wonder…what took so long?

A dear friend (we’ll call her Salina because that’s her name and it suits her) asked me what I knew about children’s books. I promptly told her I know nothing, NOTHING about children’s books. I thought that was the end of the whole children’s book conversation. But no. Because…the Universe. The next day, I got a call from a previous client asking about, what else, a children’s book. Why won’t people just let me be great in my comfort zone? It was early November, 2020 so I told my client, “Look, I know nothing, NOTHING about children’s books.” She responded, “God told me.” Well, I’m certainly not going to argue with God, but I have been known to procrastinate a little (see Jonah). “Fine,” I said, “let’s talk after the holidays.” I hung up the phone and documented the conversation. “Client wants a children’s book about hope based on a minor character in the last book I ghostwrote for her.” That’s it. That’s all I had to document because that’s the entire conversation. Why didn’t I stop there? I could have just stopped there, crossed my fingers and hoped she would forget about it. But, no. I couldn’t let it go. I started writing. Ten more minutes, I told myself. Twenty more minutes, I told myself. Ninety minutes later, the children’s book I knew nothing, NOTHING about was finished. Like, the entire book was written, including a written description of the illustrations to accompany the rhyming verse. Now what?

I had never used Fiverr but I heard they had illustrators. I knew nothing, NOTHING about children’s book illustrations but let’s just see what Fiverr is all about. Hmmm. Aww, that’s so cute, I like this colorful drawing here! Let’s send a message: “Hi, I know nothing, NOTHING about children’s book illustrations and I could use your help. This is what I’m looking for, let me know if you’re available.” Immediately, I got a response from Ghyvari in Indonesia who was just beginning his day as I was ending mine. We talked online. and I told him what I imagined the first illustration would look like. He sent me a sketch EXACTLY like the sketch I drew freehand, except a whole lot more like something I’d actually pay for. Then he sent me seven more sketches (I hadn’t paid this man a dime, we had no contract, he just cranked out sketches like he was completely flowing in his gift) and I imagined Ghyvari must be some mystical magical being because there’s no way I was communicating with someone halfway around the world (including language and cultural barriers) who was nailing every sketch the first time! In three weeks, the whole book design was complete: the verses, the illustrations, the cover. Done. I shared my news with Salina, and now we both have children’s books due to be released this spring.

I can’t exactly say I now know everything, EVERYTHING about children’s books, but I know enough. And sometimes, that’s all we need. Stop back through in March and pick up your copy of Annie’s Hope (in English and Spanish). And while you’re at it, pick up Salina’s book (coauthored with her son, Landon) entitled, Mommy, If You Just Hold My Hand. (Isn’t that an AMAZING title? Gives me chills!) Sometimes, knowing nothing, NOTHING is a great place to start.

I'm in Love with a Chef

My husband is an awesome chef. Not a cook. A chef. He performs miracles in our kitchen on a daily basis. I haven't cooked in years. Like twenty. It's not that I can't cook, I just don't enjoy it. I'll chop up a garden salad, fruit salad, even a seafood salad (if hubby makes the noodles for me). But I don't do well with heat. Something about the fear of being burned by an oven grate, splashed by grease, or falling into the open flame of a gas grill leaves me firmly on Instant Pudding ground. I'm happiest there, and my husband agrees less food is wasted, less anxiety is had by all. 

So, it was no real surprise when my husband dipped a spoon into a pot of warm barbeque sauce and I immediately began salivating like Pavlov's dog. He lifted the coated spoon gently and caressingly to my lips. (If this sounds like the beginning of a graphic love novel, well, yeah, my husband's homemade barbeque sauce has that affect on a lot of people. I'll try to keep this latest experience "G-rated.") 

Anyway, I took the spoon into my mouth, and almost instantly, my right eye involuntarily closed. Just like that. Shut. This man's barbeque sauce was so good, it rendered me temporarily blind in one eye. Other senses were awakened:  my sinuses cleared, my tongue did the Wobble (the parental advisory version), and I think a few toes may have curled. This was all before the swallow. How can this man invoke this reaction with ketchup base? 

I can't wait until today when about 20-30 of our closest friends and family will celebrate Independence Day with us. They'll eagerly pile pulled pork onto buns without the slightest clue as to the Old School songs playing while the sauce simmered to perfection. They won't realize every deviled egg was carefully scrutinized while peeling back the shell. I've been witnessing this celebratory feasting for almost 23 years, but when I step back and observe the effects of that first bite on one of our guests, when somebody else's right eye involuntarily closes, I'll give that knowing look. Yeah, girl. Yes, fellas. I'm with the chef. Take a plate home. Take two. But the chef? He stays with me. 

Time to dream a bigger dream!

Well, here we are! My dream has become a reality, so the only thing left to do is dream another dream! I'm in love with my new website, courtesy of OhSimpleJoys. I think what I love most is that it really speaks to giving and gratitude. My Testimonial page reminds me I've done some good things for some really good people through my writing, and my Plus page encourages me as I see the young lives touched by the scholarships offered annually to colleges and summer programs.

I'm excited for the next step in this writing journey, which includes not only continuing to help others in reaching their personal and professional goals, but realizing my own dream of finally writing and publishing my experience with the foster care system as a foster parent. Not only will I chronicle my journey, but I'll offer insight into the journey of other foster parents, service providers and former foster youth. This couldn't happen at a more perfect time, but we'll save more for another day. Let the dream continue. Together we'll get there.