Inner Peace

On Wednesday, Kip Wilson Rechea tagged me with the Inner Peace Award. Thanks, Kip!


I was going to respond next week, but then I decided to rearrange a few posts and figured I’d go ahead and do it today. The rules are to share seven things my blog readers don’t know about me. I had to check what I’d posted the last time I did one of these to make sure I didn’t pick the same seven.

1. Since I’ve posted about two books set at camps this week, I’ll share a camp story. The summer before sixth grade, I went to GA (Girls in Action) camp. At the time, I had a small blood blister under my eye that the doctor said not to worry about. Well, when I woke up the third morning, I couldn’t open my eye, and although I don’t remember all of the details, there was a lot of screaming involved due to the fact my face was completely crusted in blood. Yep, it burst in the middle of the night, and anything on your face bleeds a lot. So, all my sleeping stuff was ruined, my counselor thought Freddie had come in the middle of the night, and my parents got a really fun call, but it turned out all right. I stayed the rest of the week and later had the blister surgically removed.

2. I grew up a music minister’s kid, and I was not the rebellious one (that would be my brother). It seems appropriate to mention my faith in this post since it’s about inner peace, and that’s where I find mine.

3. I’m a bit of an organization freak. My books are organized in alphabetical order by author, then by date within the author unless they’re part of a series, in which case they stay together. Movies are the same way, except I have the animated movies separated out for my kids to find easily. I’m constantly re-alphabetizing those…

4. Have I mentioned my sweet tooth here? Maybe cupcakes have been mentioned…but I’m actually more of a pie girl. My favorite is my mom’s homemade chocolate pie. But no fruit pies. I don’t like fruit at all. Maybe I should have saved that for a separate point.

5. I overthink everything, which is not the best state of mind for a querying writer :). I’ve gotten better about it, though. Wait, an agent who has my MS just tweeted. Is that about my MS? Of course it is. I should have … no, I really am better.

6. I am terrified of wasps and will squeal like my 3-year-old when I see one. I have never been stung by one, but my grandpa was so allergic he had to carry around an EpiPen, so I’m irrationally convinced I must be allergic, too. Any of you who follow me on Twitter may have gotten a hint of this last week when I had a HUMONGOUS wasp in my bathroom–of course when my husband had to work super-late and it was likely said 3-year-old would see it and have a breakdown. Despite my husband’s oh-so-clever idea to throw a wet towel at it, I was not able to vanquish the wasp. (Can you believe he wanted me to get close enough to squish it after I knocked it down?!) He took care of it when he did finally come home. My hero.

7. Although I love baseball (Go Cardinals!!), I really don’t get any other team sports, and I dread the idea of my kids getting super-involved in them. Tae Kwon Do? Gymnastics? Dance? Totally on board. Soccer? Not so much. Too bad my 5-year-old is starting next month. Guess I’ll have to get on board.

I feel like this turned into confession instead of fun things you didn’t know about me, but oh well. I’m passing this on to a few other writers. Tell us all your secrets! Or don’t. My feelings won’t be hurt either way.

Carla Cullen

Erin Petti

Richelle Morgan

Lori Eastep

Jamie Krakover

Responses to “Inner Peace”

  1. kiperoo

    Oh wow, that is one creepy camp story! And I’m hoping my children prefer dancing and swimming to cold outdoor team sports too. 🙂


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