Big News!

It is every aspiring writer’s dream to have this great news, and I am thrilled to announce I have accepted a two-book publishing deal with Georgia McBride’s fabulous new imprint, Month 9 Books!

My young adult novel, Atman Station (working title) is slated to hit the shelves in December 2013.

I’m still in a bit of shock over the whole thing. It’s a strange feeling when you’ve been working at something for so long, and then all of a sudden it happens. I am one of the lucky few, I know, and I am immensely grateful for this opportunity.

I’m trying to find the right words to explain what this means to me, and being completely unable to do so is an odd feeling. As a writer it’s my job to express feelings and emotions in written form (duh), yet I find myself at a loss, even after a week. It is my hope that once the shock wears off, I’ll be better equipped to convey in a coherent way what this all means to me.

I’ll know it’s time when I finally get rid of this look I’ve been wearing this past week:

Reinterpreting The Saga

When not busy dismembering his Lego Minifigures (which can be seen here), my kiddo loves reenacting scenes from Star Wars.

 

 

Everyone remembers the gripping confrontation between Darth Vader and C-3PO, as Yoda tried in vain to bring an end to the conflict…

 

 

…and the edge-of-your-seat, pusle-pounding duel between Yoda and the battle axe wielding cheerleader…

 

 

…all leading to the action-packed melee in the exciting conclusion.

 

 

Take a bow, everyone!

Ride Like the Wind

My son turned four last month, and he has recently fallen in love with the idea of getting a “big boy” bike. In other words, step aside tricycle! Spring is coming, and that trike is so last season.

We took him to the store a few days ago (evil big box retailer once again. We are weak. Weak, I tell you!), and let him try out a few, to see what size would be the best fit. Unless you have kids, you probably don’t realize that little kid bikes come in several sizes. We were quick to learn he’s in the 16” frame market. And they had Spider Man! Cue happy kid (and happier Dad!).

As we were busy corralling him so he wouldn’t take off down the aisles on “HIS” new bike—explaining he’d have to wait to see if maybe the Easter Bunny would bring him one is a whole ‘nother story—I took note of how blissfully stable the training wheel setup was. And I got jealous of the safe, fun way in which he’ll get to learn to ride.

A little.

When I was a kid, learning to ride a bike, even with training wheels, was a bit…terrifying.

Why is that, you may ask? Oh, you silly youngsters.

Not to age myself, but I have no choice if I’m going to explain this properly. You see, when I learned to ride a bike in the magical year of 1979 (I was in kindergarten. Yeah, I’m old. Get over it.), training wheels weren’t the lovely, stable, smooth, run flat on the ground support enjoyed by kids today (and kids since sometime in the early 80s, I believe).

No, our training wheels rode a couple of inches off the ground. The idea was you’d learn balance, but the wheels would catch you so you wouldn’t actually fall. This resulted in an odd combination of elation and terror. A feeling of panic grabbing your heart as you tilted first to the left and then to the right, your heart racing as the training wheels caught you at the last possible second before certain death. Panic and blind fear. That’s the way to learn, man!

“I’m doing it! I’m riding a bike!”

“AAAHHH! I’m gonna die!”

“Yes! The wheels caught me! I’m INVINCIBLE!”

This range of emotions would span a period of mere seconds, repeated on a continuous loop until you a) learned to ride a bike b) said “Screw this! I’m going inside to watch The Love Boat!” or c) gave up and rode a Big Wheel for another year.

And we didn’t have helmets.

But we did get to ride bikes with banana seats. And there is something to be said for accomplishment gained through terror. It’s more meaningful to overcome than to never have really faced adversity. We conquered our fears. Not to say it won’t be a little scary once the training wheels come off, but to have no fear of falling before they do? I think you miss out on something.

And did I mention we got banana seats? Suck on that, new millennium!

Sometimes My Kid Can be a Little Creepy

Is dismembering Lego characters normal four-year-old behavior? Because, to be honest, it’s freaking me out. A little.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s a bit weird to find dismantled Star Wars figure displays scattered throughout the house, no?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Perhaps we should be glad he has no access to carbonite. Notice how Darth Vader is exempt from such treatment?