Let’s welcome Trin Carl as this month’s featured Author. Trin is currently working on a YA Novel, Oh Brother, about a foster child who comes to stay with the Radtke family. Their adopted children, Zion and Amelia, will do anything to make sure this new kid doesn’t change their families’ lives. She plans to publish later this year, so keep your eye out for it. Ever ambitious she’s also starting a Youtube channel where she will post book reviews.
Today would normally be a day when I post a bit of flash fiction for you to enjoy, but I chose to post that on Monday and you can read it here. Today I want to talk about something that’s been popping up a lot in recent days.
The discrediting of minorities. I’m not sure what it is about this week that has made it so much more prominent in my social media streams,
I am not a mom. I have no plans to be a mom. I’m an aunt. My mother ran a daycare in our home for as long as I can remember. So I do have some experience with children. Just not any of my own. They go home at the end of the day, or weekend or whatever.
I am not a mom, but some of my characters are. Some of them are good moms,
Samantha sighed and started her third circuit of the parking lot. All she needed was an empty parking space. Just one. A place to legally stop her car so she could get out and into the mall.
“Why am I at the mall on a Saturday afternoon?” Samantha growled as she turned away from the exit. “Oh right, the only bakery within a hundred miles that makes the cupcake Dad likes is here.”
Mom should have been the one circling the parking lot trying not to run over kids and teenagers running wild.
I’m a pantser when it comes to writing my stories. That is I just write them and figure out all the plot points and such after the fact. This works fairly well for me as my subconscious is much better at storytelling than my conscious mind.
Most of the time it works out great. Every once in a while it is a disastrous mess.
Recently I discovered that I had completely missed an important theme in a novel.
School! We’re supposed to hate it, complain about it, do anything and everything to get out of it – or so the popular TV programs tell us. Then again those shows never have the kind of family I do. Let’s just say, my family made school look like a walk in the park on beautiful spring day. I particularly liked the library. It was quiet and the idiots who bought into the bully trope never came in there.