Welcome to day twenty of my two-month long celebration event for Books Over Boys' three year anniversary! ;p If you would like to check out the first month, you can do so by clicking the link that says "click here for all things blogoversary related" underneath the B.O.B. Turns 3 tab located in my right sidebar.
Even though the official day for my blogoversary has come to pass, I'm still celebrating because the weeks following my very first blog post are still worthy of celebration, yaknow? Well, I think so, anyway. Or, I just want a reason to celebrate, so here we are!
First, happy November 1st! I can't believe 2013 is nearly over, that's... where did all the previous ten months go?! Before we know it, Christmas and New Year will be over in a flash and then we'll all be looking at 2014. Aack, total insanity!
Anyway, for today's feature, I've got the fabulous New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jasinda Wilder, here to celebrate my three years! Earlier this year, the New Adult epidemic hit and that lead me to Wilder and Falling Into You. I just checked Goodreads and it tells me that I read Wilder's FIY back in March. I can't believe it because it feels like it wasn't even that long ago.
Because Wilder wrote a New Adult, I've been a fan since. So, it's an honor to have her here today, celebrating my blogoversary with me!
3:32am. Struggle out of bed, woken by the mewling of the 2 year old, who wants juice and lost his binky underneath the bed. Go spelunking for the binky, explain that he can have juice in the morning, and head back to bed, stepping on a stuffed elephant and six Duplos.
4:46am. Struggle out of bed, woken by the 1 year old, who lost his blanket, is upside down and backward in the crib, and lost his binky. Hunt for said binky in the tangled, hungry mass of blankets. Can’t find it. Give up and go down into the kitchen for a backup binky. No backup binkies to be found. Wrestle open a new package, wash new binky. Give it to baby, who has been crying the whole time, and is about to wake the 2y.o. Get him binkied, blanketed, and sleeping. Leave bedroom, stepping on the binky he’d somehow tossed from his crib, out of the bedroom, and into the hallway.
6:17am. Struggle out of bed, woken by 2 year old, who is at the top of the short set of stairs leading to my room, wanting to “snuggle”. Get toddler and self settled, drift off to sleep…and the other one starts whimpering. He wants to snuggle too. And now there are two babies and two adults in one King sized bed.
7:30am. Woken by a knee to the kidneys and chants for juice, juice, juice. And waffles. And oatmeal. Apparently the 2yo is hungry. Decide it’s not worth staying in bed and take the kids downstairs. Make coffee while toasting Eggo waffles and making oatmeal. At the same time. Because BOSS.
Over the next hour, the rest of the family wakes up, and the chaos begins.
9:30am. Casual Manny arrives. This is our lifesaver and personal hero, our 21 year old male nanny, or Manny. He rescues me from clinging children and entertains them with juggling, ventriloquism, and acrobatic maneuvers, such as a triple Salchow (I had to Google how to spell that, because for my entire life I thought it was “sow cow”. Who knew?). He also does this one man band thing with a drum, a kazoo, and a knee-cymbal, while changing diapers and helping with potty training.
Casual Manny needs a raise, I think.
9:32: Take fourth cup of coffee into office, where I go into apoplectic shock at the little red number over my Mail.App icon: 782. SEVEN HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO EMAILS (and I cleared them out to zero before bed). 483 Facebook notifications. 234 Tweets to go through.
10:48: Finally have the emails sorted. Tweets will happen…later. FB is always. MUST START WRITING.
While the above time lapse occurred, the other half of Team Wilder Publishing and I have been discussing our latest book, working out scenes, identifying character traits and motivations, ete. We plot some ideas, work out the climax, and make each other laugh. If you work with your husband/wife, you have to make each other laugh. It’s the only way it will ever work long term.
11:32. Casual Manny brings snacks, and informs us that 1y.o. jumped off the bouncy horse, headfirst. 2 y.o. has watched Delhi Safari through once already and is begging for number 2. If you don’t know this movie, check it out. It’s TERRIBLE. And he loves it. I can quote it, and sing the songs.
11:30am-3:56pm. Team Wilder Publishing writes, answers emails/FB, and is funny.
4:03pm. Casual Manny brings Afternoon Coffee.
5:22pm. Call it quits for the day, which means we go upstairs and let Casual Manny go home. Which means, work happens from iPhone and iPad mini. Wonder what’s for dinner. Scrounge through pantry, fridge, freezer, deep freezer, and realize there’s nothing for dinner. Or, there is, but I don’t have the ingredients for anything that won’t take until 7pm to assemble. Why, hello Little Caesar’s $5 Hot n Ready pizza. My thighs don’t love you, but you sure are tasty. Mom-guilt sets in: I should have made dinner. Should have had something healthy prepped. After hubs picks up pizza, remember we had Dream Dinners pre-assembled meals thawed. Doh! Resolve to do better tomorrow. Healthy dinners. Wheat germ and supplements and exercise. Or at least, not pizza.
6pm-9pm. Family time. Twitter and Facebook and emails on iPhone while playing with kids, watching TV and movies, have snacks and break up fights, solve arguments, kiss boo-boos. Marvel and the wit and intelligence of my children. Laugh as 1yo jumps off of things and generally is a fearless little Disaster Monkey. Put kids to bed, kiss, hug, read stories, find binkies, half cups of juice for bed time. Pick up living room: find toys on the stairs, under dining room table, under couch, behind TV, glued to the wall with mysterious glowing alien substance resembling spit and Gak. Collapse onto couch, exhausted.
9:30pm-midnight. Watch Real Housewives, Sister Wives, and/or So You Think You Can Dance. Or The Bachelor/Bachelorette. Drink a glass or two of wine with Mr. Wilder. Answer emails, Facebook, and Twitter. Text messages with Tara Sivec, in which we are hysterical and witty and courageously awesome.
12:32am. Go to bed. Have brilliant idea for next book around 1am, while I’m about to drift off to sleep. Resolve to remember in the morning, because sleepy, damnit.
3:32am. Struggle out of bed, woken by 2y.o, who…
So I started doing book signings this year. It’s been a lot of fun, and I love it. My first really big signing was with Tara Sivec and a bunch of other authors in Orlando. It all started with Tara, of course. She signed a girl’s tit. I laughed and teased her about it, and that was that. Then she and I and a couple other authors did a signing in Dallas and I signed a girl’s tit. Tara laughed and made fun of me, and that was it. Okay, so long story short, now I sign someone’s boob at almost every single signing I do, or if I don’t, Tara does. It’s this weird thing, because we’re women, and we’re signing women’s boobs. I don’t get it. But it keeps happening.
Erm. Greek Yogurt. Specifically, Chobani brand. I eat at least two cups of Chobani Greek Yogurt every single day. But it has to be specific flavors: Peach, Banana, and Black Cherry. And there has to be granola in it. Two yogurts a day, every day, even when I’m travelling. Is that weird?
Okay, so the whole yoga pants and Uggs thing. Girls, we need to talk. Is that a uniform? Is there some kind of “Cool girls uniform” class? I swear, I’m walking down the street or at the mall, anytime between September and May, every single female between the ages of 13 and 50 are wearing yoga pants and Uggs. It’s kind of ridiculous. Don’t get me wrong, I like yoga pants. I have a few pairs of yoga pants myself. And Uggs, too. And I’ve even worn them together. But…all the time? I’m pretty sure there are people out there who ONLY wear yoga pants and Uggs. Get a new look. Try the yoga pants with Toms shoes. That’s comfy and sexy too, y’know. Or Uggs with jeans. You don’t even have to give up the individual articles of clothing, if you’re THAT attached to them. But seriously, yoga pants and Uggs, all the damn time. I can’t. I SO can’t.
About the author:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. When she’s not writing, she’s probably shopping, baking, or reading.
Some of her favorite authors include Nora Roberts, JR Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Liliana Hart and Bella Andre. She loves to travel and some of her favorite vacations spots are Las Vegas, New York City and Toledo, Ohio. You can often find Jasinda drinking sweet red wine with frozen berries and eating a cupcake.
Jasinda is represented by Kristin Nelson of the Nelson Literary Agency.
Connect with Jasinda Wilder: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
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