First up, some items of note.*
*sidenote: I don't think I've ever used the phrase "items of note"
1. There are two contests going on to win an ARC (Advanced Reader Copy) of EVERNEATH.
One is at awesome apocalypsie-mate and debut author Gretchen McNeil's site. She is having a mega-giveaway treasure hunt with her own stellar-looking book POSSESS, and a couple other apocalypsie books like mine and SLIDE by Jill Hathaway.
The other is at another awesome apocalypsie-mate Jill Hathaway's blog. (Said author of SLIDE). She has an interview up with me and she is giving away an ARC of EVERNEATH.
2. EVERNEATH is available for pre-order. There are three places you can order from, and they are listed in my sidebar. (look a little to the right... more... there!)
3. My fuse is short lately. I told Sam that normally it is "this big" (holding my thumb and forefinger about half an inch apart" and now it is "this biG" (squashing my thumb and forefinger together).
I keep thinking this is a good excuse for snapping at him. It's not, I know.
To make my fuse even shorter (imagine my thumb and forefinger drawing blood, and touching bone to bone because of the force with which I am smushing them) I have Kid C literally very high on pain medication.
It doesn't make him tired. Or placid.
It makes him wander around aimlessly, imparting random bits of his wisdom.
Even as I'm typing this, we had the following conversation:
Kid C: "Everyone in the world has the best camera on earth, right?"
me: "Um, not necessarily."
C: "Yes they do. You wanna know what it is?" Then, in a low voice as if he was a magician revealing his biggest trick, "Your mind." Jazz hands. "You can click, and you can delete, and you don't even have to pay for it. If you wanted to buy a camera like your mind, it would cost thousands of dollars."
I keep waiting for him to start talk about all the pretty colors in the air, and marveling at the way his hand moves.
He just said, "Brodi, are ya okay? Maybe I've been a little too rough on you."
Aw, Kid C. We'll get through this.