You know what I hate the most about being an author who publishes her own books? Having to be my own publicist and promoter and network navigator. Not only does it require that I leave my cave, it also requires that I talk to strangers about my work in an assertive and confident way....which makes… Continue reading When you’re so Pitiful that Your own Kid Tells You off.
Tag: children
Things you should know before you date (or heaven forbid, marry) a writer
1. We go to extreme lengths to delay writing. We want you to leave us alone so we can write but then you will find us: color coding the linen cupboard, cleaning out the fridge, baking three different kinds of cookies (For the children dammit!) Emailing that longlost friend from high school that we havent spoken to… Continue reading Things you should know before you date (or heaven forbid, marry) a writer
Things My Mother Said
That only time, hard work, lots of tears, lots of laughter and lots of love could prove wrong. "Don't get married. You'll end up barefoot and pregnant, in the kitchen. And totally miserable."
Mormons are Satan Worshippers
Somebody asked me the other day, "how come you don't blog/write about being Mormon? Are you trying to hide it?" It never occurred to me that anyone would construe my NOT blogging about being Mormon as an attempt to 'hide it.' Just like, it never occurred to me to blog about my Mormon-ness purely for… Continue reading Mormons are Satan Worshippers
Things my Mother Said
That I say now to my kids. With emphatic emphasis. "Get down from there. You're going to fall down, crack your head and DIE."
The Cable Guy Got Me All Excited!
We needed something done to our cable connection. I called the SKY office and they sent round a very nice young man to do it. He was friendly, helpful and efficient - and quickly worked his magic on the cable connection. He was also white (think blonde n blue-eyed) and did I mention that he was… Continue reading The Cable Guy Got Me All Excited!
My Muscles Are Busting Out of My Shirt
Big Son came to tell me that he had gotten Bigger. Over the holidays. He was wearing his school uniform. He stood in the doorway and flexed a muscle boy flex pose. "See Mum? I think I need new shirts. My chest, my back, my arms - they've grown and I cant fit these shirts… Continue reading My Muscles Are Busting Out of My Shirt
She’s Sunshine on Crack
You know what irks me? When Big Daughter wants to buy a new book for her Kindle she is sunshine on crack. 'Hi Mum, guess what?!' (gleeful. Like she has news that will transport ME into throes of ecstasy.) Me. Suspicious. 'What?' Her. 'The latest Rick Riordan book is out! The one we've been waiting… Continue reading She’s Sunshine on Crack
Lani Wendt Young 