So it’s been about a few weeks since I’ve touched my short story – which is coming along quite well.  The ideas were just flowing and flowing and they still do when I get a few moments to sit down and go at it.  But I won’t lie, I don’t see myself writing much at all in the coming months unless I get lucky with my time.  I’m a little sad about it, but hey, it’s all for a good reason considering my baby boy came home on the 18th (this past monday) after being in the NICU for a month.  So as you might be able to tell, a LOT of my time has been taken up with many hours of caring for my son and then handling the other two lol.  And even if he’s down napping and I have a few minutes to breathe, I’m probably napping myself to catch up on the lost sleep from the night before.

In addition, I’m going to be back to work in about a week.  The five weeks of paid leave has been nice, despite the circumstances of Gabe being in the NICU, I needed a break from the road.  So between work, the new baby, and everything else, we’ll see how my time is when it comes to writing… or if I even have any brain cells at the end of my day to do anything.

The one thing I have been procrastinating BIG TIME on is submitting my newly revamped manuscript on The Kingdom Come.  Been several months since I finished the new edition – I guess I got somewhat exhausted from all the time spent submitting to the agents before, that the thought of doing that all over again already tires me.  Plus, as I stated before it is a time issue with me.  I don’t always have hours out of the day to sit at my desk and read over all the criteria each agent has when submitting work.  So I would choose to either work on that or my short story… and lately it’s mainly been my short story that wins.

So who knows, maybe the little time I do find here and there to work on my writings will be devoted to resubmitting my manuscript.  I am kinda curious to see what some agents have to say now about it… Although I’m partly nervous of more rejections with ‘I just can’t get into it’ lines.

Other than that, sorry I have nothing super important or huge to talk about, but I am thinking about submitting a taste of my short story on here for anyone to download and read.  So stay tuned!


March 22nd

I meant to post an update on life events and what I’ve been doing with my short story… but at 5 am in the morning, unable to sleep and wishing I was home with my family, this is all that wanted to spill from the heart. So I just let it be so.

Happy Birthday to my sweet boy Gabriel 🙂

It’s been quite a journey so far. At 9:20am on a Tuesday morning, the world seemed perfect and innocent during those first few moments as you took your first breath. I got to finally see that perfect little face I’ve been dreaming about and wondering what it would look like. And those limbs… the ones that would make Mommy cringe in discomfort when you would kick and stretch, yet in the same breath make her smile as comfort washed over her already glowing face. I was sure to savor this pregnancy, because I knew for certain you were the last one. And that was ok, because God knew that three sons would satisfy.

My family feels complete now that you’re in our world. But the journey isn’t over… because you haven’t come home with us yet. You came a little early but it was expected. And like all my boys you came out big and strong, sometimes a little too strong for your own good. Your lungs had a little hard time keeping up with that hefty mass of awesome and cute. So you had to stay a little longer, heck, even get a helicopter ride to another hospital where they could look after you better! Which of course made Daddy a little jealous… he’s NEVER been on a helicopter ride yet!

It is nearly two weeks later since your birth and you haven’t come home yet. But that’s ok, because Mommy and Daddy still get to see you, and even your brothers have gotten to see you often too. You have wonderful nurses who you continue to steal the hearts of (that’s my boy!) with your cooing, crying, and sheer hunk of baby cuteness. But most importantly your lungs have gotten strong over time and can hold their own now. Next, we just wait for you to gather more strength to feed like your suppose to. Don’t fret though, don’t strain, my son. Like your name states, “God is my strength,” you continue to show everyone how true it is. You have already saved a life while being less than a day old despite your own body needing help. Now continue to gather strength, my son, my little arch angel, so you can finally come home to us.

Mommy and Daddy are waiting patiently.