I’m Back!

Holy hiatus.

Quite a bit of time has passed since I last posted. And I must say, it feels good to be back. Much has happened. Something life changing kept me from my blog.

I gave birth to my first baby, Oliver, last September. And boy oh boy, is he seriously my whole world. The months leading up to his arrival are now a blur of exhaustion, worry, excitement, and hunger. (Let’s be real—there were a lot of cheeseburgers involved.) The past four-and-a-half months have been filled with those some emotions, only amplified and even more wonderful.

img_9368I mean, come on. That face. Those cheeks. That smile. Ughhhhh, my bubs is magic.

Though over the past year I couldn’t muster up the energy to deliver blog content that wasn’t filled with rambling thoughts and food references, I did make some personal writing accomplishments. I finished the first revision of my second MG novel. And just weeks before Oliver decided to greet us a week early. I pushed myself hard to complete that revision before my due date. Even when it was the last thing I wanted to do, I dragged myself to the library on my lunch break to bang out another chapter. With detailed notes and analysis from my critique group, I kissed my manuscript goodnight and tucked it away to hibernate. All in time to focus my attention on my bubs.

And now that writerly itch is scratching again. I’m ready to jump back into everything—the blog, the WIPs, the conferences. Do I have lots of time? Nope. Do I often pass out on the couch by 8:30 p.m.? You betcha. Will time with my son take precedence over everything? Um, duh.

But a writer is a writer through and through, and she will find the time. Even in the sleepy hours of the day or the quiet of the early morning.

So, I have so aptly renamed my blog Moonlit KidLit: Nocturnal ramblings and reviews by one tired mama. I’ll most often post when the sky is dark and all is still, and topics will range from book reviews to writer thoughts/advice to mama stories.

Can’t wait to share more with you.

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Ireland: Devouring the Details

I’ve been home for more than a week and I can still feel the cold air breezing through my hair and across my cheeks. Ireland was a dream.

Like all my vacations, I tucked away my pen and allowed my senses to take over. Retreats and conferences are for writing. Vacations are for exploring and experiencing and devouring all the details. Especially in the company of a good friend from high school and college.

I could have allowed my fingers to graze my laptop’s keys, but I wouldn’t have seen the sheep grazing in the greenest of fields, thick with wool and unbothered by the chill and dampness in the air. I surely would have missed the week-old lamb grazing on my bootlaces and another on my scarf and hair, entangled by the sea breeze.

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