Daughter of a King (Jenny Phillips)

Miracles Happen

I can't believe it I am actually writing this blog entry, but my book the Miracle Maker is going to be published. *** JUMPING FOR JOY AND OVERCOME BY FITS OF HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER ***
I just found out March 30. I was so shocked I fell off the couch, and then I started running around yelling, "Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh." I scared my husband to death as I ran through our bedroom so early in the morning. He wondered which one of our children had cut off what appendage. Happily relived both that we don't have an emergency room visit, and that the book will be published, we are both enjoying the good hews.
For any of you who are scouting blogs like I do to see the process, let me just say that this has been in the works for a number of years. Thanks to a great critique group at the Northewest ANWA retreat I was able to revise it and then send it to a few places for some great comments, but rejections none the less.
Finally after seven months at the publishing company I got that email that made me sing and dance. I always wondered what that moment felt like. The one when someone says "yes" to that thing you've been dreaming of for years. Surreal at this point, but exciting. I can't stop grinning.Hopefully, as I start to work more on this project and especially when I can hold it in my hands I'll be albe to stop checking the notice over and over to see if I read it wrong.
Thanks to all of the people who taught me so much on the road here, and I look forward to all those who will teach me so much more in the coming months.

Hello again...

Well it seems like months since I have blogged, well I guess it actually hasn't been too far off that. So what have I been doing instead of thinking up crazy twisted Christmas Carols? I have been experiencing the miracle of life, and believe me it isn't as beautiful as people say. No, I have not started my ususal nine month cycle of vomitting up every imaginable food sorce, but I have been experiencing the pitter patter of little feet. Thirty two of them to be exact. I am the proud, I'm not sure the title for this, not mother, not grandmother, I guess maybe fairy dog-mother might work, of eight beautiful little puppies. I am also the new spokes person for the spay and neuter movement, because the miracle of life is not just gross, but at five weeks they have gotten very busy.
I know there are some our there that judge and say it is irrisponsible to not spay a pet,and I do agree,but life has not gone at all like I planned this last year and this is yet another testament to that fact. In my defense, I am a very responsible pet owner and our little dog is, well I guess was, as close to a nun as I could possibly imagine, and frankly her fence climbing foot high romeo popped in at precisely the five minute break from her housebound heat induced ten prison sentence. I still could shoot that little guy, but hubby says I can't do that legally.
Anyway, in short dogs will be dogs and now I have a housefull to say the least. Oh, and yes, mommy has an appointment at the vets for an important operation very soon. My dream of having her bred with a beagle or a puggle is squashed beneath a huge pile of water sacks, placenta, and trying to rub life into a few little puppies who tried very hard not to cooperate.
They are a darling lot though and believe it or not I have them all almost house trained. I know, I may be an idiot about the lengths a dog will go to for reproduction, but I try to make up for it in making great little pets out of my consequences. Well, since it is about time for another round of feeding and then outside time, I will leave you with the link for their own little blog. I made it for potential parents so they could get an idea of their funny little personalities. You can see that, although this is another chapter of a crazy life, this one has been filled with little wagging tails and sloppy puppy kisses. Wether or not you are a dog lover you have to admit these guys are pretty darn cute. http://doggonegoodhome.blogspot.com/