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Impressions of Conduit in no particular order

From a business standpoint, having me attend Conduit made no sense. I added additional expenses without adding any additional revenue. From a personal standpoint, Conduit was a wonderful success. I got all the things I was hoping for. I talked to many people about my picture book project and they were all excited and interested. Several of them asked to be emailed when the book is available. I learned some more about the publishing industry. And I got to have delightful conversations with many wonderful people.

Julie Wright and I had a marvelous conversation about her projects and my projects. She has some very cool projects in the making and I’m excited to see them do well. I can’t say much more though because I don’t want to steal her thunder. Julie has published three books in the LDS fiction market and is now trying to break into the national market. I know it is just a matter of time before she makes it because her writing is delightful. She’s also a delightful person to talk to. We claimed a bench and chattered like pre-teen girls for more than an hour until Howard came to find where I was.

Julie and I then rounded up a dinner crew which included Howard, Lee Modesit, James Dashner, Eric Stone, and Jim Van Pelt. We all walked over to a nearby food court to eat and discussed the business side of writing. James is contemplating quitting his day job next year and had many questions about health insurance and money management. We also got to hear a lot about the LDS Storymaker’s conference in which both Julie and James were very involved.

Earlier in the day the convention was made delightful by the fact that Janci made it there. It was fun to stand and talk to her and share observations about the convention and some of the costumes. I wish she could have stayed longer, but her ride wanted to leave. Another fun thing is that I got to make a useful comment in a panel about getting manuscripts published. It was a tip that I got from Janci. If you use the “See Inside” feature on the Amazon.com website there is often a link for “Text Stats” which tells you the word count and all sorts of other useful data about the book you’re looking at. This is an incredibly useful tool for figuring out how long your novel should be for the market you intend to pitch it to.

Almost the first thing we did at the convention was talk for a few minutes with David Weber and his wife. He is a very nice man and his wife is delightful to talk to. I got to see pictures of their beautiful children. I would have liked more time to sit down and talk business things with them, but the only other time I saw him was at his official signing when he had a line of people 30 deep waiting for him to sign books. It was a very impressive line. I hope that some day Howard can have lines like that.

Howard is back at Conduit today. I’m here at home with the kids. I don’t mind. I had my day of fun. Now I need to cuddle all the little people who missed me yesterday. It is nice to be missed.

How the kids fared

When I dumped my four kids on relatives yesterday, I made a couple of miscalculations. I didn’t think about the fact that they only have two kids and that their oldest is the same age as Patches. My children were a significant invasion for which they were only partially prepared. They’ve watched all four of my kids before, but those times my kids must have been better behaved. This time my kids weren’t bad or disobedient, they were just oblivious. When my sister-in-law would say something to them, none of them would answer her or even respond. This drove her crazy. My kids do this to me all the time and it sometimes drives me crazy. I’ve developed handfuls of tactics to deal with the problem, but my sister-in-law doesn’t have those because her sweet four-year-old never behaves that way.

In the end everyone survived. The evening was not pleasant for my sister-in-law. It wasn’t pleasant for Kiki either. The other kids were oblivious to the fact that there was a problem. In fact they had a great time and are ready to go back again as soon as possible. As for me, I’m very sorry that it wasn’t nice for everyone involved, but I’m incredibly grateful that they were willing to do it. Now I need to spend the next week observing my children. I need to decide whether the not-answering-when-spoken-to is a symptom of ADD behaviors which I need to continue to work around or whether it is merely a bad habit which I need to correct. My suspicion is that it is a little of both. I’ve just been so accustomed to it that I hardly notice it anymore.

Some Days I am Delighted by my Children

Yesterday they all sat at the kitchen table making things out of Crayola Model Magic clay. They were there together for over 90 minutes. Link started by making a Luigi cap. Then he made a Mario Cap, a Waluigi cap, a Wario cap, and a yoshi egg. Kiki had been happily making decorative wall hangings to send to her pen-pal, but the lure of Yoshi eggs was too strong. She happily crafted a set for herself. Gleek and Patches did not want to be left out. They too made Yoshi eggs. I’m going to be finding these things all over the house, but if they play as happily with the hardened eggs as they did while making them, I’m okay with that. Kiki even tolerated Gleek copying her designs which is something of a miracle.

Earlier Patches informed me that when he grows up he is going to build a house and decorate it. I asked him what he would use to decorate his house, he responded flowers and swords. Then he’ll take some of the swords down so he can practice. And he’ll need some wooden men. Then he can hit the wooden men. And hit and hit and hit. And pumpkins for heads on the wooden men. Then he can smash the pumpkins with the swords.

At Kiki’s 6th grade graduation I had to combat both Kiki and Patches. She was begging me to let him sit with her during her graduation ceremony. I could just picture him getting bored and jumping up and down for everyone to see, so I said no. But it was really hard with two sets of puppy dog eyes begging me to say yes. Then I had to physically detach Patches from Kiki’s leg because he hugged it tight in an effort to not let her leave. It really was best that Patches stayed with me. He got bored and had to be taken out for awhile. But I love that they didn’t want to be separated.

Gleek and Patches have been experimenting with humor. This usually takes the form of Knock Knock jokes exchanged on the drive to school. They frequently run like this:

Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Pizza!
Pizza who?
Because it’s yummy!

Then they both laugh uncontrollably. They’ve also tried out crossing-the-road jokes.

Why did the skeleton cross the road?
Because he didn’t have a body!

Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to the slide!

Yeah. I didn’t get them either, but my kids did. They laughed and laughed.

Awards

I spent all of this morning at an awards/graduation ceremony at Kiki’s school. I applaud the principal and the teachers for wanting to recognize all of the children in the school for their achievements. However I do not believe that handing out certificates that say things like “most likely to win at jeopardy,” “friendliest,” or “sweetest” is the best way to celebrate the accomplishments of the kids. Particularly when each of these labels was repeated several times in different classes. It was painfully obvious to me that the teachers were given a list to choose from when they were filling out the certificates. The child has spent 6 hours per day, five days per week, 9 months of the year with a particular teacher and all the teacher can think of to say is “Sweetest.” These aren’t certificates of achievement. They are empty pieces of paper. Children want to be seen and understood. Instead they are handed a label from a list. There has to be a better way to celebrate the growing that the children have done during the year.

Kiki’s certificate mentions creativity. She seems satisfied with it because it matches her picture of herself. But she would have been much happier with a personal letter in which the teacher actually talks specifically about the things she has accomplished in the past year.

Along with the pointless certificates, there were some legitimate awards handed out. Presidential awards for scholarship and Hope of America awards. You could see the difference in the kids who earned these awards. They could tell they had something special something that not everyone got. And they got the awards because they’d done things that not everyone did. Kiki did not win any of these awards. I wonder how she felt about that. I hope that she realizes that she can have such awards if only she is willing to apply herself. I also hope that she finds reasons within herself to do well in school; reasons that are based in her goals rather than in hope of receiving an award. “Awards won” is not the best measure of a good person. I wonder if some of my over-achieving high school classmates ever figured that out.

Honestly I think that Kiki was far more interested in the graduation refreshments than in any of the awards or ceremonies. She was thrilled that there were chocolate fountains for dipping things into. As for me, I came home and slept for awhile.

Convention this weekend

There have been many social events during the past week. They were all good and fun. I’m glad we had them all. But the introverted part of me is now rebelling. She just wants to curl up some place quiet and peaceful with no people in it. She wants to stay there until she is good and ready to come out. Unfortunately as a mother I can’t spend 5 minutes in the bathroom without someone pounding on the door. Arranging for my kids to be elsewhere requires me to talk to people which is one of the things that my introvert is rebelling against. I did get a nap today. It was short, but it was only interrupted once so that is better than average.

I have today and tomorrow to get all this introversion out of my system. On Saturday I drop my kids with friends and relatives so that I can spend the day at a convention with Howard. I’ve been looking forward to Conduit for months. Now it is almost here and I don’t feel ready. My picture book is in the final stages of layout before sending off to the printer, but it isn’t done yet. I wish it were done so I’d have books to show everyone. I still haven’t heard back on the Czerneda anthology so I don’t know if I have a success to rejoice over or a rejection to recover from. The second anthology may not happen at all. All my projects are still pending.

I want to go to Conduit and have dozens of fascinating conversations. I want to come home invigorated. I want to take all of that energy and dive into a summer schedule that includes learning activities for the kids and lots of writing for me. These goals are hard to achieve while huddling in bed to hide from people. Perhaps a second nap is called for.

The Applesauce Trick

I used to be really good at taking pills. Two surgeries and radiation therapy on my neck changed that. Now I have difficulty taking even small pills. I can’t remember whether someone told me about this or if I made it up, but now I take my pills with applesauce instead of water. I just stick the pills into a spoonful of applesauce and swallow the whole thing down. I can take 4 pills simultaneously with this trick, if I use just water I choke on one.

This trick is even more useful for the kids. All of my kids can take pills, even Patches who is only 4. They actually like using the applesauce trick. Particularly since I always have them learn it by using M&Ms instead of pills. I love being able to feed my kids pills rather than chewables. No more complaints about nasty flavors. Not to mention that pills are much cheaper than chewables.

Loss

Yesterday a man was walking his daughter to kindergarten when they were both struck by a car and killed. I saw the local headline yesterday morning and skimmed over it. Yesterday evening I found out that this was someone that Howard had met before. I too have a Kindergarten daughter. I’ve hugged her lots today. I’ve hugged my other kids too. I spend a majority of my days doing things for my kids and requiring things of them. Sometimes I get to the end of the day without once really looking at them or enjoying who they are.

I believe that families are reunited after death. Not everyone does, but I do. This man and his daughter are not gone forever. But that does not prevent friends and family from mourning their absence. Sometimes I look at a particular child and ponder what life would be like if somehow that one were taken from me. It is always a tearful contemplation that ends with me having to go hug the child in question. I’m afraid of losing a child. I’m afraid of losing Howard. Not because they’ll be gone forever, but because I’ll miss them so terribly while we are separate.

Swimsuit shopping

I decided that this year I get to buy a new swimsuit. I looked at Walmart, Target, Shopko, and Kmart without finding anything that I liked in my size. I then looked at Mervyns and Macy’s where I nearly hyperventilated at the prices. I still didn’t find anything I liked. Apparently any person who is as small as I am, must want to show off all possible skin. All the one piece suits were in larger sizes. I turned to the internet. Land’s end has a beautiful swimdress that I’m confident I would love. But it is $86 dollars. Yipe. Also they seem to think that I’m smaller than a size 4 according to my measurements. That is just weird. I might have worn size 4 in high school, but not lately. Kmart online has a different swimdress for only $26. The Kmart dress isn’t as pretty, but it actually fits inside my budget. Both dresses are black and I was hoping to buy something with some color. I was also hoping not to have to spend this much time or money. I hate this kind of shopping. Where I know what I want and can’t find it anywhere within a reasonable price range.