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Where Do I Come From?

Hello, Friend! I’m happy to see you today. I don’t know whether any of the rest of you have tried to get into publishing for children, but it’s like wading through neck-high cake batter: thick, sticky, and so sugary you can practically feel the coma coming. It is hard!

Going indie in the children’s book industry might sound easier, but it is not. Indie kids’ books are a species of their own, often requiring special formatting, absolutely perfect command of the language (a single mistake generates dozens of bad reviews), saintly patience, and unwavering perseverance.


Pam FunkeThat’s why I’m excited to introduce you to a new friend of mine, Pam Funke. Pam is an independent children’s author. She is the grand-daughter of a Pastor and was brought up in the Christian church. Her love of reading led her to write for the enjoyment of others. She lives in Hinesville, Georgia with her son and daughter. Today she is here to share a little of her book, Where Do I Come From?

967459_10201588419898130_1398741928_nMeet Sammy the turtle. Sammy is a baby turtle who is all alone. Where did he come from? His mother, Luna, was nowhere to be found. Where was she? Who created Sammy and his mother? Sammy goes on an adventure to not only find his mother, but to ultimately find out where he really came from.

Each day God looked in on Luna’s children to make sure that they were safe. He had the sun shine on the nest for months to keep the eggs warm. He touched the nest with a gentle breeze every day to show how much He loved them.
One day one of the eggs started to crack. God watched as the first of Luna’s children wriggled and pushed her way out of the eggshell. He then started pushing his way out of the dirt into the world beyond. A few minutes later, another egg started to crack and then another one. God smiled as He watched each of Luna’s children press his or her way forth into the world.
“One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Wait where’s the eighth one?” God said smiling.
He looked back at the nest and saw that the eighth egg had yet to crack. He blew a warm gentle breeze over the nest.
“Come on out Sammy. The world needs you,” God said coaxing the last of Luna’s children out of his shell.
Little Sammy stretched out his flippers and heard something crack. He pulled his flippers back and peeked out of his shell. It was dark inside of the eggshell. Sammy closed his eyes and pulled his head back inside of his shell. He was a little afraid until he heard the voice of God encouraging him to come out. Sammy poked his head out again. He used his beak to break the eggshell above his head. A few minutes later, his head poked out of the eggshell and into the warm, soft dirt beyond. Sammy smiled as the heat from the earth warmed his soul. He used his back flippers to push his body out of the eggshell and into the dirt. …









Versatile Blogger Award

Bunnies Beware! I got another Blogging award!






This time, I was given…


… Award by the beautiful, and FAR more versatile,  Emily Witt of A Keyboard and an Open Mind

Thank you Emily. 🙂

Here are the rules, as plagarized directly from Emily’s Versatile Blogger Award

  1. Thank and link to the person who gave you the award.
  2. Tell seven facts about yourself.
  3. Pass it on to seven other bloggers.
  4. Link to specific posts on their blogs so they’ll be notified by pingback

So here we go!

Fact 1: I have a folder of my mother’s unfinished stories that I hope to finish one day. Off the top of my head, there’s the beginning of a Speculative Fiction novel, which could have gone either Fantasy or Sci-Fi, knowing Mom. There’s also a children’s story about a cat, as well as a few other novel starts.

Fact 2: Although all my work as ReGi is intended for adults or, perhaps, older teens, I write children’s stories as well. They’re mostly for my kids, but I might put them out there under my real name one day. Beloved’s niece is planning to illustrate a few.

Fact 3: I have a non-fiction book called Fairies, Mermaids, Proverbs 31 Women, and Other Mythical Creatures I’m Not in the works. It’s a long, long, looooong term project that requires some serious research and lots of trial and error.

Fact 4: I should probably be washing dishes right now.

Fact 5: I didn’t have names for any of my characters when I set out to write my first novel. I don’t mean the characters that appear during the writing process. I mean my MC. To keep the characters straight, I started making up names as I went. My MC was lucky. He got Marcus. His best friend got Leijer. His wife’s best friend got Femiline. Blech.

Fact 6: I write mythology for all my worlds. I can’t seem to help it. I felt very silly putting stories within the story when writing my first novel. Since then, I’ve decided it’s not a bad thing. In Fairy Blood, Harsha, Zeeb, and Seraph all have their own legends. Zeeb’s is more of an urban legend, but still. They probably will not go into the cheapy edition of the book, but they’ll be available. My amazing formatting person had just gotten a new program and was walking on clouds when last I spoke to her. What she has to tell me when it comes time to get down to brass tacks will determine much about how I present the legends.

Fact 7: I feel like Professor Digory ought to pop in about now and say, “Doesn’t that sound grand!” My formatting person is, in fact, a very good friend from my writing group who just happens to have been doing web design since it was invented. Without my wonderful Beloved and my writing buddies, both local and in the blogosphere, I doubt I’d ever get past “Once upon a time…”

Now to nominate some other Versatile Bloggers.

Fellow WIPpeteers

Relatively Long-time Stalkees

New Followers (thank you!)

Just This Once

This is a writing blog. I write, then I blog about writing. That’s it. Well, I do the occasional interview or meme, too, but even those are writing-centric. The interviews are (mostly) with other writers and the memes all come from other writers and usually have SOMEthing to do with writing (or blogging about writing).  Usually. If you don’t count For Alana. Or One Lovely Blog? … Drat. Well, it’s supposed to be all about my writing.

That’s the problem with making blog-buddies. Yeah, they want to know about your writing, but eventually they want to know about you, personally, and vice versa. When I started this blog, I had every intention of being an aloof snob. Really, I did. I practically suspended my nose from the ceiling. (I don’t recommend trying it. My neck hurt for weeks.) It stayed up there just long enough for me to realize that I didn’t much like other writers with the same philosophy. So, when I received the Beautiful Mama Blog Award from Alana Terry, rather than refuse outright to put anything so very personal out where Ev.Er.Y.One can see it, I decided to write this post. (Even though it is way out of my comfort zone and I might just have to lace the next batch of brownies I make for Alana with cayenne pepper.)

Beautiful Mama Blog Award

Since only those who follow my Twitter account pretty closely would know, here are a few background details. I am a mother of four children, three daughters, currently 11, 8, and 4, and one son, 6.  My son is on the autistic spectrum and both my older daughters have difficult learning challenges. I homeschool all four of them. UPDATE: Since writing this post, my daughters’ challenges have been identified. My eldest has classic Aspergers and my middle girl has ADHD with SID. Both of them have dyslexia with visual and auditory processing disorders. (Interesting tid-bit: Most dyslexia is an auditory processing issue, not visual.)  

Motherhood came on me as a surprise. (For those of you who like to quote “if you get on a train…”, let me just tell you: we had a stop ticket AND we were using it correctly. It didn’t work.) The suddenness was compounded when our eldest was born six weeks premature. Since our family was already started, we went ahead and kept building it. I was pregnant or lactating or both for all but the first month of the first nine years of my marriage. I spent seven years straight potty training those kiddos. But even as I lay out these impressive stats, I have to remember my friend with thirteen kids, who was in one or more of those stages for twenty-four years. Twenty-four. Years.

Now, I’m supposed to tell you three things I love about being a mother.


Just kidding. I really do love being a mom. My kids rock! I love the funny things they say or do. My middle daughter is so witty it gets her in trouble frequently. The problem is, even as I have to point out that it’s not appropriate to joke around when she’s told to do, or not do, something, I’m usually trying to keep from giggling. My son also comes up with some amazingly funny moments. Not so much because he is witty, but because he sees the world so differently from everyone else. For example, one day his speech therapist was working really hard on opposites with him. She had a picture of a traffic light to illustrate stop and go, but he Just. Was. Not. Getting it. She finally decided to hint, “If you don’t stop, you…” At which point my son triumphantly jumped up and announced, “Get arrested!”

Then there’s the silliness. I’m a little, er, hmm… how to put it? Well, I can be hyper at times. And kooky. I can be very lazy and grouchy, too, but those hyper, kooky times are what throw most people. (Lazy and grouchy is more sophisticated.) I put a lot of energy into NOT being completely me in front of grown-ups. My kids, now, they know that if I say, “talk to the hand,” the hand is going to talk back. In a duck voice.  Maybe with a British accent. And they don’t mind! (Yet.)

Best of all, there are those moments of triumph. I won’t say I’m glad my kids are getting older, but I really enjoy watching them grow. Having kids with challenges gives me an extra special insight into why every step is so amazing, though I won’t regale you with explanations here. When the tears brought on by learning to read, and there were many, turned into hours of passionately reading every book she can get a hold of, be it for a toddler or a college student, my heart soared for my eldest. When my 8-year-old showed me that she figured out how to chimney-climb a door frame all by herself, four years ago when her feet could barely reach from one side to the other, I clapped enthusiastically in spite of the footprints adorning the wall. When my 4-year-old picked up a baby bead toy and said, “Look, Mom! A new-key-lus!” (nucleus) I called my family to tell them. When my son started adding limbs and smiles to his drawings within the last year, I almost cried for joy. It’s all fine and good for grown-ups to have their heart-warming stories of overcoming, but watching my kids learn to work with their strengths while overcoming their challenges? That’s truly inspiring.

So now you’ve seen my heart. Or, at least, a pretty big chunk of it. Now it’s my turn to to tag some other unsuspecting victims Beautiful Mamas.

Raewyn Hewitt because, aside from Alana, she’s my favorite blogger and I know she has kids

Christabelle, who I know personally, though I don’t think I’ve told her my pen name so she may not recognize me, and whose mom-stats outdo mine

Eden Mabee, the newest WIPpeteer and mom to an only(?) child

Starla Huchton because I stalk her on Twitter and I know she’s pretty open about her mom-ness.

The rules of this meme are

  1. Display the logo (see above)
  2. List three things you love about motherhood
  3. Nominate other deserving Mamas
  4. Post a link in the comment section of the person who tagged you, so they can go look at your response.
Lower right corner of Rest on the Flight to Egypt by Caravaggio

Detail of Caravaggio’s Rest on the Flight to Egypt, 1596-97
I’m not a big fan of the painting as a whole (nor the depiction of the Holy Family as rich Europeans), but this little corner is rather beautiful.

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