So, I’ll start with exciting business, and then I’ll move to a nice little moment with Squish just now, are we ready?
First off– I (meaning Ambrosia) added Scorched Haven to Instafreebie–if you wish to download it, go here: Instafreebie–Scorched Haven
Now when you’re there, there’s a little box that says if you want to hear more from this author (me!) check that little box.
If you check the little box, you’ll get a copy of my newsletter which I (meaning Ambrosia) worked on all week.
Second off– If you already read Scorched Haven on my website (it’s the same story) and STILL want to sign up for the newsletter, go here: NEWSLETTER SIGNUPS.
The newsletter is a new thing, and we’re going to play with it a bit, but the first version (volume 1) should go out tomorrow!
So that was VERY exciting. Also, I finished Crocus, the sequel to Bonfires, and that’s exciting too! (For those of you who didn’t see the free short on Amber Kell’s blog, you can find it here: Amber Kell’s Birthday Bash)
So that’s all exciting, right?
Anyway– our Thanksgiving was lovely. Lovely and tranquil– for once, we only had one family commitment, and we had a chance to stay and play games. Food was great, games were great, family was wonderful. I really am grateful that my children and my parents and stepsister and her son were there–good, good moment. I was happy.
And today, well, I worked most of the day, but I sat down with the kids to watch a movie (InnerSpace) and then Twelve Disney Shorts, which were, well, wonderful but…
But The Little Match Girl. Which ended exactly the way the Hans Christian Anderson fairy tale ended. On a note of unbearable sadness.
And the kids kept hoping for a happy ending, right up until… there wasn’t one.
Anyway–Squish’s face crumpled and she cried and cried, and I hugged her and told her that Hans Christian Anderson loved all the children of his village, but he knew they didn’t all get a happy ending in this life so he liked to write and hope for a happy ending in the next.
She cried harder.
So I told her, “Well, you know honey, those stories really weren’t for kids anyway.”
“Good,” she said. “We should give Trump a book of them to read, and say ‘Look! It has PICTURES!'”
I told her she was very wise, and if she had her way, no child would end up like the kids in a Hans Christian Anderson story. I really can’t wait for her to take over the world.