Things I’m looking forward to this summer

I have really enjoyed spending time with my kids at home this year. It made the year rough at times, fun at others, and gave us many things we can remember together. As school is coming to a close, there are many things I’m looking forward to over the summer.

 

 

For starters, I am going to make an effort to conduct longer streams. That means my daughter or son gets to guest spot in the stream from time to time, which will be fun. If you haven’t visited with me for Coffee and Writing where we play 4thewords, Stream Raiders, and chat about our stories together, please join us! I start at 6:30a ET Monday through Friday on Twitch. We have a lot of fun and it would be wonderful if you’d join us.

HTTP://twitch.tv/theladywrites 

We are starting some new giveaways and other fun challenges this year too. It’ll be great. The Twitch Writing Community is amazing. Everyone I’ve encountered has been supportive in one way or another. It is my video home with more branches to come.

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There are books and stories to look forward to releasing. Stories that aren’t just mine. My daughter has a series we’re working through. My son has a game he’s working on. I have some fun stuff in process too.

We are going to spend a lot of time getting her books released under her pen name. Two are nearly ready. Two are still being written. Two more have notes for them. I can honestly say that her characters are so alive.

I am evaluating a few serial sites such as GoodNovel and Dreame. I’m also looking forward to using Vella for the same. I have a series dedicated to a serial format intended to be affordable for all who opt to enjoy the story. I have yet to decide if this rather long serial will become a novel or not down the road.

Also on the horizon is the next edition of the Xarrok Legacy story. I intended to release it last year, due to a computer issue, I lost the whole book. It was ready, covered, and prepared just waiting for a release date. While getting it together, the computer died and the hard drive was not backed up. It took me a bit to begin the rewrite of Protocol 70, but it is well underway. I am going to aim for a September release. I’ll keep you updated about how that goes.

There will be a fun new series coming out this year too, but I’ll have to keep you posted on it.

Before I switch gears, one more fun exciting thing to share is that I have begun writing a series with my daughter. It is a short story series. We have our first one out on Google, but we’ll be getting it uploaded wide soon! I can’t wait for book 2.

It’ll be wide within the next few weeks. I hope you’ll watch for it.

 

 

August is going to be an incredibly busy month. Besides being our Back to School month around here, it’s also 31 short stories in 31 days. That’s where you work to complete a short story no less than 1000 words each and every day for 31 days. I can tell you that by teaming with some really fantastic Twitch Writers, working with 4thewords on specialty items (visit my stream to see what I’m talking about), and creating every day we have a blast!

Some of us hit that 31 short story goal. Some of us don’t. We always end up with a memorable, enjoyable month. We have more words written and stories complete than we had to start the month. More than that, we know we can do some amazing things. I can’t beat that.

If you’d like to join us for 31 short stories you can visit

HTTP://thewritingnetwork.com 

All the details will be left there as will the prompts every day.

So, that’s my plan for the summer – what’s yours?

30 Short Stories in 30 days

Today I started my 30 day challenge.

I’m quite excited. It’s a given that stories can be in a single day. It is an incredible feeling when you reach the end of a tale, ready to weave another. Today, I finished the first of thirty for this month.

All stories will be 1000 words or more.

All stories will be finished in a given day.

All stories will be released in some fashion.

Depending on the length, all of part of the story will be released on the blog. Today, I’m sharing the whole story I wrote. It is 1,375 words. It has not be properly edited, but it was fun to me as it started with a real version of this story.


Today was one of those days. I can’t even believe it started out how it did. Initially, it was pretty easy. I am happy with that much, at least. I got up, did my workout, did a bible reading, and reviewed my work plans for the day. Simple enough right?

Once the coffee was made, I sat down at the table with an avocado. Avocados are one of my favorite fruits and it’s a good go to right after a solid workout. I wasn’t able to find my little avocado cutting knife. No biggie. I just grabbed a different knife. It was a bit bigger but still good.

I sliced open the lovely fruit, ate the first half, then started to take the pit out of the second half. If you’ve had avocados you know that one half always holds the pit. It can be a bear to get out if you don’t cut it correctly. Thankfully, that wasn’t my problem today. Today, the issue was that the pit jumped out of the avocado quickly and bounced under the table.

At this junction, I feel like it might be important to explain my table operates as a desk sometimes. That in mind, it can be quite cluttered. Today is cleaning day, but still early enough that it’s cluttered. The knife was put down on the table, as was the spoon I was actively eating with. Leave it to me, when I bent down to pick up the pit that had rolled beneath the table, something slid off and hit me in the back. Ouch!

I’m the mom of two teens. One happened to be up and came out to find me pulling that knife out of my back because of course it flipped off the table and landed in my back. I think I’m the only person who can stab myself. My son looked at the shirt and was confident it was done for. When the bleeding started he commented that it might be deeper than we thought. He grabbed the first aid kit while I looked for a new shirt.

It only took us a few minutes, but he patched me up pretty well. My daughter then came out and looked at it. She suggested I visit with the doctor to make sure it wasn’t worse than it appeared to be. It was sound advice and I make it a habit to take sound advice. Unfortunately, my doctor was out of the office. I went into the local convenient care instead. My kiddos stayed home. There was no way this would take that long, right? Oh, boy was I wrong!

I sat in the waiting room after registration for just a few minutes. Once I was in the room, they quickly approved of the good patch job my son did. The nice nurse assessed the actual wound as a pretty deep paper cut. She thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a doctor look at it. I waited. Explaining that I stabbed myself in the back to one person was bad enough, but then the doctor came in.

As I was trying to explain myself again, my kiddos text me. I sent a message back and then continued my story. I was so embarrassed to have to say ‘Yep, I stabbed myself in the back’ again.

The doctor looked at my back. She was impressed it was such a clean cut. So, maybe not so much of a stab as it was a landed on my back right on the blade with limited force? I don’t know. She did seem to hesitate about fixing it. Not that it needed a lot of fixing, as it was a clean impact cut on my back. I still don’t know what part of me knocked it over so effectively.

I sent another message to the kids to see how they were doing and explain that the doctor was now looking at me.

She excused herself for a few minutes, then came back in with a stack of paper. She took a deep breath and asked me a few questions. “Who all live in the home with you?”

I shrugged. “It’s just me and my kids.”

“Okay.” She looked at the stack of paper. “And where were the kids when the knife hit you in the back?”

“Ah…asleep. My son might have woken about the same time because he came out when I said ouch. It didn’t hurt too badly, but the amount of blood made us concerned. It was actually my son who patched me up and my daughter who suggested I come in.”

“You are sure you were alone when you were cut by the knife?”

“My cats might have been in the room. They were the reason I was so urgent to pick up the pit. They tend to treat pits like toys and all of their small toys get lost.” I looked down at the message from the kids and frowned. “I’m not a fan of finding toys everywhere.”

“I can imagine.” The doctor settled on a stool and faced me directly. “You know, Ms. Barten, it’s okay if you weren’t alone when this happened.”

“No. If I wasn’t alone, then I would have been with some stranger. Strangers in my home are rare, unacceptable, and typically not tolerated.” I looked at her and felt my brow pinch. “I know where my kiddos were.”

“I’m glad that you didn’t have to be concerned about the unknown.” The doctor rolled up the paper she was holding a little tighter.

“Is there something you want to ask me directly doctor?”

“Are you familiar with what a mandated reporter is?”

“Someone who has to convey a concern about a home if they see one.” I nodded. “Yep. I’m familiar. Served on the PTO, surrounded by mandated reporters for a long while.”

“You’re aware that there are cases where children get out of hand, right?” The doctor tried to sound concerned, but to me, she sounded like she was telling me how my home was run.

“Like I said, I stabbed myself. It was an accident. This really shouldn’t be a thing.”

“Well, unfortunately, we find it difficult to see how you could have cut your own back.”

“Unfortunately, I’ll be your once in a lifetime person to have found a weird way of doing that.” I shrugged again. “I don’t know what to tell you. Time and unforeseen occurrences befall us all.”

“An injury of this nature typically comes from outside the person. It’s not easy to work with someone who doesn’t want to help themselves.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve already told you, there’s nothing to help. I’m a klutz. It happens.” I paused. “Okay, so things happen might be better? I’m sure there really aren’t many people who are going to cut their own backs with a kitchen knife.”

The well meaning woman unrolled the documents she was holding and looked at the top page. “We are restricted as to what we can do right now and mandated to report anything of concern.”

While she spoke, I text the kids not to answer the door if someone, anyone, knocked. When they responded, I gave them a short explanation. “Doctor, I appreciate your concern. I appreciate your position is challenging, but I am in no danger at home. My family is safe. We are fine.” I forced a smile, despite the rise in anxiety. “Thank you for your help. If there is nothing else, I’d like to go home now.”

She nodded. “Okay.” She handed me the stack of papers. “There are resources in this packet. Many deal with family abuse. I’m confident when you’re ready, you’ll be able to find the help you need in the packet.”

I took the packet of paper, mostly to soothe the woman. A short while later I was discharged and on my way home. My children worked on a few projects before helping me clean up. The day ended far better than it began.

Leave it to me to be the one person in life that has figured out how to cut themselves in the back. I think next time, assuming there is a next time, I might avoid going in.