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What Babies and Teens have in Common with Writing Books

I don't know why, but whenever I go to cuddle The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#2 her sister gets upset. "No, don't pick her up," she cries.

I've not been able to figure out why.

I've been making sure that I give The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 lots of extra cuddles and attention but all to no avail. Everyone else can cuddle her baby sister except me.

Today when I was sitting on my bed desperately trying to proofread my book for what I hope is the last time, The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 came in and threw her arms around my neck, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said, "I love you."

Immediately suspicious - because The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 has never been what you would term "generous" with her kisses or cuddles - I asked her who told her to do that.

"Uncle#4," she replied.

I had guessed as much. She'll do anything for him.

Later, I was spending time with The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 (not …

Take My Kitchen

A few days ago I looked in my kitchen cupboard and thought that as soon as our between-term holidays began I would need to get it tidied up. Or more correctly, get Sons#4 and #5 to clean it (they just love that job - not!). Wisely I didn't say a word to them: no point in giving them time to think up excuses or to find alternate occupations for their hands.

Imagine my surprise when I was in the kitchen this morning and Son#4 started pulling out bottles and containers from said cupboard and cleaning it out.




Of course it doesn't take a nuclear physicist to guess the reason. All those unwanted bottles had to go somewhere and he knows how much I hate going to the recycling station so he offered to go for me.



How easy it is to get teenage sons to do something if they think it means they'll get the keys to the car! I wonder what other jobs I can get done these holidays?

Still on kitchens, my DIL#1 seems to be missing her kitchen. I offered h…

Book Blurb

Wrongly accused and sentenced to seven years transportation, Katie Donovan is not the only one leaving behind everything familiar to travel to a distant land …

On the journey Katie finds friends and a new faith but it is in a distant land that her faith will face its greatest challenge. Will she stand the test?

Samuel McKinnon accepts a position as spiritual advisor on a convict ship, intending to return home once the journey is complete but he soon discovers that God’s plans are contrary to his own. Will he have the courage to step into the unknown and trust God to direct his steps?

Rhiannon Sanford immigrates with her family to Australia after a rift between her grandfather and father forces the family to leave everything behind. Her father’s dream of a new life will require sacrifice and challenge. Will the price be too great?

Lazy Mornings

Early this morning I filled the bath to almost overflowing, globbed a mixture of honey, yoghurt and conditioner onto my hair, put my head back, and ... listened.

Peace. Silence. Stillness.

A rarity in our home at the moment. The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 thinks it's her mission to wake the sun up each and every day. She shares that trait with her father who gets it from his mother who gets it from her father. Yep, we're all early risers.

I love nothing better than to be first up in the morning and sitting at my computer writing or surfing, or sitting quietly sewing or reading. Those early hours when no one else is up are the best part of my day. Until recently, I didn't have to share my mornings with anyone else.

Enter Son#1. He has to get up early for work and even if I'm up before him I hear him thumping through the house. My Dad was the same. My Mum would always joke that since Dad was awake he thought everyone else should be too. My DH says I'm l…

I'll Admit It

I've gone from scared to petrified.

Amend that to absolutely petrified. And I don't know what to do about it.

When I started writing a novel I did it because I love writing. I can't help myself. I just want to write. And when I write I'm in a different world and lose track of time completely. It's wonderful!

When I sent my manuscript off I never expected it to be accepted. I knew the chances of an unknown author getting published and they were pretty close to zilch. So when I heard from the publisher it was exhilarating!

Now, with the publication of the book getting closer, it's no longer wonderful or exhilarating. Instead, it's scary. Very very scary.

What if people don't like it?

What if someone I know reads it and they get upset? Or offended?

What if someone thinks I've put them in the book?

What if my kids are embarrassed to admit they're related to me? (Okay, rub that one out. I've got teenagers. Of course, they're embarrassed by their Mum…

A Guessing Game

My brain is mush. The proofs for my book came through on Friday and I've spent the past two days going over them with the proverbial fine-toothed comb. I won't tell you how many pages of corrections there were. For someone who prides herself on her editing skills, it was shameful. S-h-a-m-e-f-u-l.

Thankfully, some of the errors weren't my fault. They were formatting errors or had been introduced by someone else. Phew! It's always nice to blame someone else!

Since I've been head down in front of a computer for more hours than I'd like to count this is not going to be a particularly intelligent post (are they ever I hear you ask).

So instead, I'll leave you with this question: Can anyone guess what my favourite colour is based on what's blooming in my garden right now?

Sisterly Love

(Or what happens when The Most Adorable Granddaughters in the World spend more than half an hour in Nana's company!)

Yesterday afternoon I offered to take The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#2 for a walk in the pram. She'd had her inoculations earlier in the day and was feeling a little out of sorts. The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 immediately asked to come (actually I'm not sure that she asked - informed me is probably closer to the truth). I had suspected I'd be taking two and was prepared.

We started out with The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 in the pushchair and The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 standing on the foot rest. It was awkward pushing the chair that way but I figured it would give me a good work out! A short time later, The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 wanted to walk beside the pushchair. That certainly made it easier to push the chair but I found that I needed eyes in the back of my head to keep track of The Most Adorable Granddaug…

MaryAnn Minatra

I was thrilled to see last weekend that one of my favourite authors is blogging again. I've been a fan ever since I read the Alcott Legacy. If you enjoy good historical Christian fiction and have never picked up The Tapestry, The Masterpiece or The Heirloom then you've missing a great read.

If you want a sample of her writing, read the prologue to her latest novel here.

Want more? So do I!

Our blog profiles could almost begin the same: Wife to one, mother to five, mother-in-law to two (well I will be come January) ... We both passionately love Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird. And we're both authors. But there the similarity ends. I admire her greatly but could never aspire to her level of skill and talent.

I just hope she keeps blogging.

I Don't Like Change

This past week has involved some big changes for me. I'm not big on changes. I like things to go on as they've always done. I like routine and structure. That's my personality. I can be flexible - but only to a point.

Last Friday afternoon I turned my back on the centre that I had worked in for seven years. I had been there in the beginning through the planning stages and the giving birth stages, and now it was time to say goodbye. Our area of the centre was moving to another area and merging with the centre there.

It's been ... interesting to say the least. By Tuesday afternoon this week I was convinced that I wasn't going to be able to work in this new area. I felt like the new kid on the block. I didn't know where anything was. I didn't know how things were done in this new area. I wondered if I'd ever fit in. I felt like the kid that starts a new school and wonders if she'll ever have any friends.

And even though I'd declined the leadership po…

Could Someone Please Tell Me

why there was a lamb eating my husband's orchids when I got home from work today?

I'd only just sat down at the computer when I happened to look out the French doors, and there it was. Soon after it gave up on the orchids and decided to munch on some mint that we planted last year. Naturally that gave rise to some predictable and not-so-funny comments.

It seems that DIL#1's parents couldn't get a baby-sitter (or rather, lamb-sitter) so they brought the lamb into town with them and left her at our place.

A few weekends ago they also brought the lamb into town with them and The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 was not too keen on it at all. But today she overcame her fear and even helped her other granny feed it.

And another small miracle? It says in the Bible that in the last days the lion will lie down with the lamb. What about the lamb and the sheep dog?

As Easy as Riding a Bike

The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 has learnt to ride a bike.

I don't know who is the more proud. The Most Adorable Granddaughter or the family members who were cheering her on?

A Spring Barbie

There's something about this time of the year that just lifts the spirits. The sign of new life. The increased warmth of the sun's rays. The desire to get outside and work with nature to create something beautiful. Just the desire to get outside.

Today we celebrated Fathers Day. It was a joy for me to see my family honour my husband. He's a good dad. I know it. The kids know it. He's the only one who doesn't know it.

It was such a gorgeous day that we took chairs out and cooked up a barbecue and ate outside. No one wanted to come inside to do the dishes!

The family all pitched in and gave DH a new barbecue for Fathers Day. Our old one was rusting apart and barely able to stand upright. They've just finished putting it together now. At one stage they had the legs on wrong. I asked them why they didn't consult the instructions.

"I did," DH informed me.

And the legs are on wrong why?

Spring is Sprung

Today is the first day of Spring for those of us blessed to live in the Southern Hemisphere. Winter is supposedly over and we can look forward to some sunshine and gorgeous weather.

Today it hailed.

I was at my music lesson and I'd left my shoes outside. When I came out they were filled with ice.

Yep, I drove home with wet cold feet. Well, what would you have done?