D.P. and Stevie's Near Death Experience...

My friend, Stevie, and I are not only super awesome moms but we're also students. Why? Because we decided it's much funner to juggle raising children and educating ourselves at the same time. Just to see if we can.

At any rate, she and I went to the college bookstore to pick up books for this next semester ( it's that juggling thing I mentioned earlier). After having successfully completed that mission, we began the journey home. All was well and good until I decided to take an exit off the highway as I was running my van on fumes (more juggling!).

Let me explain Texas for the uninitiated. The GPS is pretty much about worthless here in the country of Texas (no, that was not a misprint. People out here are crazy). The reason being that Texas highways are under constant construction. Constant, do you hear me. This means that people here have pretty much decided they will pull over, exit, and change lanes, wherever they freaking feel like it!

Such was the case yesterday. I was pulling off to exit, but because Texas is awesome like that, the stoplight was not working properly. Thus there was a mile long (seriously, a mile) line waiting for the light. Meaning people were stuck in that lane on the highway.

Well, some of our more assinine drivers decided that since there would be two lanes at the light, there should be two lanes on the highway, and proceeded to make their lane at the shoulder. After about five minutes of going nowhere, my friend suggested we leave the lane and head for another exit. Traffic was moving a pretty smooth clip in those other lanes so I had to be cautious and quick.

So the van in front of me moved up around the same time a space opened and I decided to take it. Except the doofus in front of me decided to do the same thing after I was in the lane. Like, he waited until I could smell his breath to move. So to avoid hitting him, I had to move to the other lane. However the other lane was already occupied. I also would like to mention that these lanes are narrow and lined with concrete walls. There is no room for error on a good day.

I slowed to avoid hitting the Volvo of Stupidity (in a perfect world, meaning one where I didn't get hurt, I would have rammed his backside twice for good measure), with enough room for the oncoming van to squeak by.

My whole life flashed before my eyes and let me tell you, that just should not happen. That mess actually takes years off your life. Trust me! I am literally a year older today. Yes, it's my birthday, but that's beside the point.

After the threat of death had passed (or right in the middle, time is a blur in near death) Stevie yells (insert sentence enhancer here)! Now there may be some people who maintain that there is never a time for such language. I am here to tell you that is absolutely not true. There are totally times when words like that are called for, nay neccessary. This was one of those times.

Once my brain had stopped pulsing in pain, she apologized for her outburst and wondered how I managed not to follow her potty mouth example. "Well," said I. "I was simply too preoccupied trying to avoid the Volvo of Doom to do much else. Otherwise I would have been right there with you. Also, I cuss all the time, so it really doesn't have as much of an impact anymore." Just kidding! Sort of.

At any rate, I am thankful to be alive as it would kind of whomp to be discovered as an author after I was dead. If I have to choose death or anonymity, I choose...I'll have to get back to you.

Read my books!

My Birthday Gift...

Push Back is available now. You can find it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/273114

And here:
http://www.amazon.com/Push-Back-ebook/dp/B00AZMTIVU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1357874147&sr=8-1&keywords=D.P.+Davidson

And in soft cover tomorrow at Amazon. com

Enjoy!

New Book Launch in Three, Two, One...

Hello  my lovelies! Long time no see.

I have been anxiously engaged in the finishing touches for my second book, Push Back, and everything is on track to meet my January 13th release date. Now we wait...

Just in case you're wondering, there are many wonderful stories rolling through my head and I intend to write them all. It would be a crime not to as they are all very interesting. To me anyway, but since one of my critics mentioned she found it very troubling when an author thinks so highly of her own work, I will keep all of my enjoyment to myself.

For now.

Also, I must set aside my favorite activity (writing you guys, come on!) for another semester of drudgery and homework - which is kind of redundant, come to think of it. One of my classes happens to be Composition so perhaps I will be able to best my old foe, Comma. How I loathe thee, Comma. I swear Mr.D changes the rules of comma placement just to be mean. I am a (mostly) college eduated woman, you'd think I could manage such a simple punctuation mark, but no. It makes a monkey out of me everytime.

Oh well. If I was awesome at everything there would be nothing to keep me humble.

On another note, I have been asked several times this week what I am working towards in school. Well a degree, obviously! I'm trying not to be ashamed of the associate-ness of it all, but it is a degree I don't have, so I should be happy. Except it has taken me well over two years to accomplish.

On the plus side, I will be done by December, and another plus is that I am only a few classes shy of a Bachelor's degree, but I just want to be done! I won't think about it now, it makes my head hurt.

Thus ends my word vomit detour. Anyway, time grows short, and my new book is on it's way into you're hot little hands, or e-readers, whatever the case may be.

Push Back Synopsis #1...

Okay my lovelies,

Here is my first blurb for the new book:

 

It's been eight years since Kale disappeared under her stepfather's nose, and in that time she and her husband Adam have made a home and started a family, though not in the way they had expected.

 

The promise of the little girl with green eyes is still a dream, but they face an even greater challenge when Kale's stepfather decides to proceed with his deadly intentions.   

Afraid to face him directly Kale and her family attempt to derail his scheme from the shadows, but when her future is threatened she finally understands what it means to lose everything and decides to push back.

 

Enjoy!

 

P.S. Any feedback would be super-duper appreciated. I'm getting excited!!!

PUSH BACK...

So whilst my little family and I were out of town for a wedding I managed to get an abundance of work done on the new book. To the tune of approximately 5,000 words. It was A-MA-ZING!

With that monumental accomplishment I began to feel that I really can meet my January 13th deadline. All that loomed bleakly over my head after that was the cover art, but for whatever reason our trip was the catalyst for moving things along, and the idea for the cover magically came to my mind.

When I presented the idea to Mr. D. he was less than thrilled, but only because he was hoping I would change my mind on the title. Once he made his peace with the fact that yes - however good, bad, indifferent or corny it may be I'm am sticking with the title he was more agreeable.

SO, without further ado I present to you, my darlings, the cover of my second book:

There Are Days...

When I am exceedingly, and unabashedly productive. They are also far and few between so I take them where I can get them.

Today was one of those days, and I shall dream of today's successes through the night.

Firstly, I got up. In the morning. Sometimes that is a big deal all by itself. After that I did that whole mom/teachery thing. Always a barrel of monkeys.

Now for the good stuff. I collaborated with my cover girl (not the makeup) on the cover for my second book, and it looks A-MAZ-ING. So happy.

After that I reviewed the corrections made by my first draft editor (I shall call her Eagle-Eyes Jerome, and she shall be my eagle eyes), and corrected all the "holes" to "wholes" and added a bunch of "s's" which are my achilles heel. AND THEN, I worked on the book.

I completed over 1,500 hundred words which equates to roughly five pages which, added to the 4,000 words over the last four days, comes to an entire chapter. Holla!

Somebody help me, I'm on fire!

And the neat-o cherry on top of this day o'productiveness? Cast thine eyes to the top right of this page. See that? It's my countdown widget. It's counting down the days until my book's release. And I can look at it without feeling a heavy sense of doom.

One final unrelated note: my son left his coat at my gramma's house over Thanksgiving. Realizing it would probably fit his own son before we got it back, she mailed it to us (so sweet). We got the box today, and it took twenty minutes to open. Every available corner was ducktaped into oblivion. We pretty much destroyed the box in our effort to get to the jacket, and you know what? The ducktape still remains intact. The box, not so much.

Let the Countdown Begin...

They (don't ask me who "they" are) say that when a person makes a goal that person should tell everyone they've ever met about said goal as it encourages accountability. A body is more likely to complete a goal if a lot of people know about it. So, you know, if you succeed they (your friends) can say "yay!"

On the flip side if you fail they can frown, and shake their heads in disapproval.

"That's neat, Random Pants," I hear you all saying, "but what's your point?" Well hold on Impatient! I'm gettin' there.

I registered for my Spring classes this week (come back! I promise I'm not off on a tangent) so my free time is quickly slipping away. Thus, I've made a goal (see, it all comes together). My plan is to have the sequel to Push (Push Back - save your snickers) published by January 13, 2013 - the day before my classes start. That gives me roughly fifty three days (at the time of this post) to complete, edit, and proof my book, and I think I can do it. I'm so confident, in fact, that I'm foolishly posting it here as a declaration to the world. Or to however many people actually read my blog.

I was looking for a countdown widget, but could only find a Mother's Day or World Cup countdown. It was weird. I could continue to search for a widget, but that would cut into my writing time, and nobody wants that. So, unless somebody wants to help me out (hint, hint) you'll all just have to keep count on your fingers.

One last item of business - the word of the day.

Bamboozled.

Courtesy of my buddy C.C.

You're welcome.