A Boy Named Silas: A Bigger Blog

This boy shines!

     In case you didn't know, Lightly Salted is actually my second blog. My blogging adventure really began years ago when I started chronicling the story of my son Silas' traumatic birth experience. As a baby, Silas required constant throat-suctioning and was on an eight-times-a-day feeding tube schedule. He had four or five medical appointments a week. Needless to say, I didn't have time to be anything else except for a special-needs mama back then.

     Now Silas is a hilarious, engaging five year-old. He still has some remnant swallowing issues but now gets nearly half of his calories by mouth. Some people have asked us if that means he's about to outgrow his feeding tube. I'm too scared to put that in print yet. Let's just say I now have more hope than ever before in that possibility.

     A few months ago, Silas found the mesh feeding bag we used to put bites of food in. (This was before Silas was allowed to eat anything by mouth at all.) He hasn't used it in about half a year. Silas picked it up out of the drawer and said, "I don't need this anymore." And with that, he threw it in the trash.

     It doesn't take a psych student to recognize the symbolism in Silas' actions.

     So here's another symbol for those of you with a literary or psychological bent. Over the next few weeks, I plan to slowly transition away from my exclusive blog just for Silas. I'll still post about him, and still connect with my special-needs blogging friends, but I'll be doing most of that from right here, at Lightly Salted, from now on.

     When Silas threw out his feeding tube, he was making a statement. He was telling me that he's no longer a little boy who needs a mesh bag to "eat" like the rest of the world. I guess I'm now making a statement of my own. I'm not just a special-needs mama anymore. I need a blog big enough to fit all of my other interests as well. If you want to join me on my journey, I'd love your company. If you're on Twitter let's hook up there too! I'll be keeping the same handle, @aboynamedsilas, to remember that it was my son's amazing story that first ushered me into the world of blogging and helped me connect with so many amazing friends out there in virtual reality.

Want to read Silas' full story? Get the Boy Named Silas ebook, or feel free to browse around the Boy Named Silas blog.

Random Fact #6: Silas isn't even an official kindergartner, but he knows at 50 states and capitals!

Gently Humorous: I'm So Embarrassed

This post appears in Christian Home Magazine. Check it out!

     It's pretty embarrassing the things my kids have learned from me.

     I never thought I was overly conscious of my weight until I saw my four year old stand sideways in front of the mirror, pick up his shirt, and stare at his tummy for a full minute and a half.

What's up with this picture?

     I never realized how often I pick my toddler's nose until Thomas picked my nose one day. Even worse, Thomas then wiped some imaginary buggers off onto my shoulder.

     I think kids are bred to pick up on some of our most embarrassing traits. I also think children are born with an inherited embarrass-their-parents gene. This gene definitely acted up the day we passed the intimates aisle in Walmart and my two year old started shouting, "Breasts!" This is the same boy who was recently sitting on my friend's lap and asked her (with perfect diction), "Where are your nipples?"

     Sometimes my boys embarrass me without doing anything at all. In fact, the embarrassment comes from something I forgot to do to them. Like the time one of my babies had a leak at church and I realized I never put a diaper on him that morning. Or the time I took my son Silas to one of his therapy appointments and his therapist found a lolipop stuck in his hair. (He hadn't had a lolipop since his last therapy appointment three days earlier.) In my defense, Silas had a full head full of curly hair at the time, but still... three days?

     Thankfully, I've never been so embarrassed by something one of my boys has done that I want to disassociate from him completely. I'm sure the time may come when crazy hair-styles, wild behavior, or simply teenaged angst may visit our home and make me wish I didn't have to be known as my boys' mother. But hopefully those moments will be few and far between, and covered with an extra-large helping of grace and humor.
  
     Unfortunately, there have been times in my life when I've been embarrassed of my faith, so much so that I wished people didn't know I was a Christian. There was that time when a girl in my high school chewed me out in front of our entire math class for leaving a note in her locker telling her about Jesus. There was that time when my son really wanted to tell one of Silas' medical care providers about salvation, and I hemmed and hawed and turned beet red when he told her that going to church doesn't make somebody a Christian. There was that time when I tried out a new mom's group and listened to two ladies talk about the stupid and insensitive behavior of Christians without voicing a single counter argument.

     I've been known to be vocal about my faith at times. And I've been ashamed at how shy I've become at others. I hate to think my actions show that I'm actually embarrassed of my Savior.

     I just hope He never becomes embarrassed by me.

What about you? Do you have any funny embarrassing stories to share? Or maybe a serious account of how you are or aren't embarrassed to share your faith?

Random Fact #5: I'm about to turn 30 years old, and next weekend I'll be going to my first prom. (I'll be one of the chaperones, but I do have a hot date!)



    

WIPpet Wednesday and ROW80: "First Time"

     Before my WIP, a quick update on my ROW80 writing goals: I've already gotten my editor's comments back from book 2 in My Solar-Powered History series. (Book 1, What, No Sushi? is the time-travel/historical fiction book set in a Japanese-American internment camp you may remember from previous WIPs.) And I'm making headway in planning my blog tour for The Beloved Daughter, although I've been writing answers to so many interviews I've actually been typing answers to questions in my sleep!

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     Another goal is to work some on my next novel, Saving Natalie. I figure at the very least I can touch up a few paragraphs for WIPpet Wednesday, so in honor of April 10, I give you the first ten sentences of Saving Natalie, as they currently stand. (Funny bit of trivia: I wrote the first draft of Saving Natalie five years ago, before I even knew what Facebook or iPhones were. Needless to say, I've had to modernize the opening paragraphs.)

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     Jake sat alone in the lobby, thumbing a pregnancy magazine filled with pictures of bronze athletic mamas-to-be. Once he got to the last glossy page, Jake pulled out his iPhone and scrolled through his contacts. There wasn’t anybody to text. His mother would see the Facebook pictures soon enough. If they ever late Jake into the delivery room, that is.

     Jake tried to imagine what it would be like to meet Natalie for the first time. How much longer were Jessica’s parents going to take?

     Jake watched the snow fall outside the lobby window and wondered if his own father had been this anxious when he was born. If his father had even showed up at the hospital.
          Nervouseness might have turned to bitterness if Jake had more time, but his thoughts were interrupted by high heels clicking on bleached linoleum. It was Jessica's mom.

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Random Fact #4: I'm short. Shorter than any other adult woman I know, including both of my grandmas.

To link up for WIPpet Wednesdays, give us a peak at your current work in progress that something to do with today's date. Then link up here or at My Random Muse.


 

Are Your Heroines Wimpy?

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This post appears in the Christian Home Magazine. Check it out!

     I was introduced to Christian fiction when I read the Zion Chronicles series by Bodie Theone in high school. I went on to read Francine Rivers, Randy Alcorn, and others.

     I guess I was a little bit spoiled because the first several Christian books I read boasted strong characters, plenty of drama, and beautifully redemptive plots. Since my glory-days of high school Christian reading, however, I've picked up several books that have left me feeling, well, a little bit like I felt in my first trimester when my husband was cooking steaks in the kitchen.

     Seriously, I can't tell you how many times I've read books about contemporary Christian heroines who are wiping tears off their cheeks on every other page of their stories. Now, I'm all about tear-jerkers. (In fact, the lady who proof-read my recent Christian novel had to take several extra days because the story had her crying too much to check for typos during her first read-through.) But don't you think that your heroine could find something else to do besides cry? I've been known to choke up a little bit during particularly touching Adventures in Odyssey episodes, but I don't go around sobbing whenever I experience any strong emotion, be that joy, sorrow, embarrassment, etc.

     I don't faint, either, by the way. I feel dizzy when I stand up after soaking in a scalding-hot tub. That's all. But I've read book after book with weak-kneed Christian heroines who can't even remain vertical when they're faced with harsh realities. I've never fainted from bad news, but I did throw up when the nurses told me my newborn son was without a pulse. I wonder why don't heroines in books ever barf during trauma?* It seems a little more realistic, at least based on my own experiences. (Baby Silas survived, by the way, and is now a happy-go-lucky five year old who gives me at least ten minutes of side-splitting abs workouts a day with all of his jokes and silly antics.)

     When I open up my Bible, I don't read about wimpy heroines who cry and faint whenever things get hard. I read about strong-stomached women like Jael who hammers a tent peg through her enemy's skull. I read about strong-hearted women like Naomi who survives in spite of numerous tragedies, including widowhood, displacement, and famine. I read about strong-headed women like Abigail who circumvents her husband to save her entire family from the wrath of David's mighty men. I read about strong-kneed women like Mary who delivers baby Jesus in a stable almost a hundred miles from home.

     I always chuckle at people who claim the Bible is demeaning to women. Maybe they need to take a closer look at how strong these Biblical heroines really are. I doubt Ruth went around fainting whenever Boaz passed her by in the barley fields. And we have no indication that Esther turned on her water faucets when pleading with King Xerxes for deliverance for the Jews.

     Whether you're a writer, a reader, or just a daughter of the King, I hope you are encouraged when you look at the strong believing women God gives us in the Bible as examples.

     And I hope you pass your day without any fainting spells.

What about you? Have you read any books lately with weak-willed heroines? Or do you have any favorite women in the Bible who exemplify feminine strength and dignity (sans the tears)?

Random Fact #3: I have never had a brain freeze in my life.

[*Bloggers note: I recently picked up "First of Her Kind," a fantasy novel by my friend K. L. Schwengel, and am happy to report that her heroine does in fact throw up after a particularly dangerous and traumatizing scene. 4/17/13]
    
    

Now on Kindle! (ROW80 Writing Goals)

In case you didn't know, I'm participating in this season's Round of Words 80-day writing challenge. Here's a quick update on how I'm doing meeting my writing goals:

• The Beloved Daughter is formatted for Kindle! See the Alana Terry website to order your paperback or ebook of this prize-winning inspirational novel set in North Korea.
• The Beloved Daughter blog tour is getting set up. If you want to host a book review or author interview on your blog, let me know in the comments section.
• I sent book two of My Solar-Powered History series off to my editor this week. Book one in my kids series, What, No Sushi? is due to be released any day, and we're hoping to have book two out by Christmas. What, No Sushi? is about a Japanese-American internment camp. In its sequel, What Hurricane?, the Otis boys go back in time on a supply ship headed to the Jamestown colony.

What I've still got to do:

• Sell a bunch of books! (You can help with this one! Order The Beloved Daughter, or preorder What, No Sushi?)
• Take a look at Saving Natalie, my current WIP, which still needs a lot of editing
• Find homeschooling and special-needs blogs to review What, No Sushi?, which stars a homeschooling family and a tube-fed little boy

Random Fact #2: Only ten percent of my life has been spent living with someone who isn't a Star Trek fan.

What about you? If you want some encouragement meeting your writing goals, link up here:

A Round of Words: My 80-Day Writing Goals

     Want to join the round of words 80-day writing challenge? Make your own writing goals, and check in to keep us informed how you're doing. Then link up below. More info is at aroundofwordsin80days.wordpress.com

My Writing Goals

     My debut inspirational fiction novel, The Beloved Daughter, is on its way to me as we speak. Now that it's published, though, doesn't mean I can sit back and wait for the world to find it! Here are my writing goals for promoting The Beloved Daughter:

• Get the blog tour planned. Status: in progress. Tour dates: May through July
• Format The Beloved Daughter for Kindle. This is a biggie. Better do it soon.
• Connect with more reviewers on Twitter.

     April is turning out to be a monumental month for me as an author, because my chapter book for kids is also about to come out thanks to Do Life Right Publishing. My writing goals for What, No Sushi? are:

• Get What, No Sushi? reviewed on at least five homeschool blogs.
• Write to all my special-needs blogging friends to see if any of them want to feature a book with a tube-fed boy as one of the main characters.
• Sell a TON of copies at our homeschool group's curriculum fair.

     That's it for my published works. I also have a few more miscellaneous writing goals, which include:

• Re-edit books two and three of My Solar-Powered Time Machine series.
• Work on editing my second novel at least once a week (check it out on Wednesday WIPpets!).

I'll keep you posted on my status as time goes on. Good luck to all you other ROW80 bloggers out there!


 
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Wednesday WIPpet: "If You Destroy Me"

      It's been a busy week. In addition to winning two novels by WIPpet hostess K. L. Schwengel on her recent giveaway, I also won second place in the Women of Faith writing compteition!

     Now for the real fun part ... publishing "The Beloved Daughter." My first batch of paperbacks are on their way right now, and my website is up and ready to accept orders! I'm planning my blog tour and having a great time with it all.

      So now for today's WIPpet. Here's four paragraphs from chapter three of "The Beloved Daughter." This may be the last snippet I post online from "The Beloved Daughter," so be sure to order a copy if you want to read the whole story of Chung-Cha, who was (un)fortunate enough to be the daughter of an outspoken Christian in contemporary North Korea.

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      On hearing Father’s words, I was sure the officer would beat him, but for the slightest moment, a look of terror flashed through Pock-Marks’ dark eyes. I was certain that Father noticed it as well, and he glanced in my direction as if to say, Did you see it too, daughter?  

     Unfortunately, that moment of victory was fleeting.The officer looked Father up and down, then smiled. “It’s a dangerous proposition,” Pock-Marks goaded, “being so bold when there are children present.” 

     I stood still, willing myself to breathe. The corner of Father’s lip quivered, but his voice betrayed no terror as he spoke. “Chung-Cha belongs to Christ,” Father declared. “Even if you destroy me, God will still watch over my daughter.” 

     The agent chuckled, taking a single stride toward me. “And what if I destroy her?” 

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     Join the WIPpet fun. Post an excerpt from your current Work In Progress that has something to dwith today's date (like four paragraphs from chapter three on 4/3). Then link up here or at myrandommuse.wordpress.com

     Oh, and I'm trying something new. If I remember, I'm going to add a random fact about myself at the bottom of each post. So here is Random Fact #1: Yesterday was the first time in six years I pumped my own gas. (And I remembered how to do it!)

Click to Tweet: Congrats to @ABoyNamedSilas, 2nd place in the Women of Faith writing contest! 

Read an excerpt from THE BELOVED DAUGHTER, 2nd place winner in the Women of Faith writing contest