Please
welcome Jennifer Anderson, my Wednesday guest. Ref,
chauffer, master chef and booboo kisser. When she’s not wielding her super mom
powers, she likes to weave sentences together and offer a little escape to readers.
You can usually find her sitting in the dark in front of her computer, falling
in love with her characters. Send chocolate! Today she talks about change—in real life and in fiction.
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With Every Season...
The
seasons may do it four times a year, but we as humans experience change on a
more rapid pace, if not daily. And some handle it better than others. My
husband, for example. I love him to pieces and over the twenty-plus years
together, I know this little trait about him and try to soften the blow when I
know I’m about to change up his routine. But I feel I’m a happy-go-lucky kind of girl and crave change. Or at least, I thought I did. I blame getting older or maybe just the current age I’m in where I have three kids who are constantly changing.
Ding. Ding.
My oldest daughter is thirteen going on twenty-three, and she’s making plans for high school *gasps*. During her 7th- and 8th- grade years, she’s allowed to shadow a high school girl at one of our local Catholic High Schools, deciding whether or not she wants to attend their school when she graduates *grabs chest*.
When did my baby become a teenager looking at high schools? Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was giving her baths in the kitchen sink and reading her bedtime stories? Next, she’ll be driving a car, going on dates, prom, high school graduation and then she’ll want to look at colleges. The nerve!
So while I might think I’m strong and brave when it comes to change, my inner mommy is cowering in a corner, rocking back-and-forth crying in her empty glass of pinot.
Lucky for me, good fiction should tell a different story. A heroine/hero is faced with a change (death, affair, end of the world) in their life and we want to see them push past the difficulty and succeed. In Finding You, a bomb is dropped in Jessica’s lap. How she deals with the news tells us how strong she is and if she’s adaptable.
Finding You
Jessica
Crispin sets out to find her mom but discovers more than she planned.
A
long-lost grandfather dies, leaving Jessica Crispin a sizable inheritance. The
only catch? She has to find her mom, whom she hasn’t seen since she was two,
and she only has thirty days to do it.Enlisting her best friend Violet, Jessica sets out on a road trip determined to solve a mystery fed by deceit and misinformation from people she thought she could trust.
On the way, she meets Jackson, whose kindness and sexy pale blue eyes make her wish he would come along for the ride.
Clues from her mother lead her far from home and to a secret Jessica never imagined. And as the deadline looms, Jessica must make peace with the ghosts of her past and risk dreaming of a future pursuing her secret passion with Jackson by her side.
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(http://jenandersonauthor.com/)
Twitter @JenniA8677
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3 comments:
Thank you so much for hosting, Judy.
I was one of those moms who couldn't wait for my kids to take the next step. I think it is because as a single mom for most of their lives, being widowed at 35, I worried that somehow they would not make it to the important, and not so important, milestones. So with school, jobs and relationships, I have always breathed a sigh of relief that I was able to guide them to the next step. That being said, when my almost 30-year old son got married last weekend, I was struck by those "when did he grow-up" and "will I still be his mommy" pangs.
Very interesting post. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Morgan for stopping by. People tell me all the time that my 3rd kid wasn't just an oops, but she's there because I'm not ready for others to grow up. I need that little one around. Time just continues to fly yet it feels like eons ago that I was their ages.
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