School starts today, and this means my days are freed up to work on Devoured without the endless distractions that come from having two kids home and too much company visiting.
1) Teenage Woes: My son will turn thirteen next week, but he adopted the smart-alecky/sullen teen persona months ago. The unnecessary comments have been flying fast and furious this summer, and those directed at his little sister then produce loud squabbles that are not conducive for getting writing done.
2) Good news! My editor emailed me today to say that Revealers will be the October Teen Book Club selection for the Books-A-Million stores. Uninvited was February’s selection, and I’m thrilled they picked Revealers, too! Of course this means I have to write the discussion questions today and not work on Devoured.
3) Deadlines: Me fretting about my upcoming September 30th deadline didn’t elicit much sympathy or cooperation from dear son, but it’s kept me up worrying at night! I know I got a lot of work on Revealers after the kids went back to school last September, but there’s this constant underlying dread that I won’t finish in time. Sometimes selling a book on a partial can lead to some stressful times.
4) Cockroaches: One less distraction I’ll have is my hissing cockroaches—the last one died this week. RIP old girl. In a sort of related bit of randomness, I’m not pleased with our new crayfish. Our first crayfish, Brenda, was always wandering around chasing fish and escaping from the tank and a mad hunt to find her before she dried out would ensue. Crayfish number two, Maude, had an amusing habit of charging towards us waving her claws wildly around and was an excellent hunter. Raphael, our newest, is pretty boring and mostly sits under a rock—he hasn’t even molted yet. Blah.
5) More Randomness: When I picked my son up after a visit with his cousins on Cape Cod a couple of weeks ago, we drove by author Edward Gorey’s house located on Strawberry Lane. I couldn’t help but think Strawberry Lane sounded far too cheery for the author of such macabre books such as The Gashlycrumb Tinies—an alphabet book detailing the untimely deaths of small children—to reside.