So it’s summer and that means less writing and more lazing around the house, reading all the books and trips to the creek.

This is my last summer before both my girls are in school. So once school starts at the end of august, both of my girls will be gone and it’ll just be me in the house with the dogs. I’m still not sure how I feel about this, but because of this, I’m actively forgoing any type of writing in order to spend more time with them. Being silly. All of us napping on my bed. Answering “would you rather” questions, or “what is your favorite” questions, or “what would you do if” questions.

This doesn’t mean that I’m not going forward with Carnival Ink. It is the one thing I am working on. Revisions are hard and going deep but I still hope to have it ready to query by the end of the month. I have my trusty beta reader/critique partner all ready to go forth once I finish the rewrites, which I have admittedly been avoiding because I know just how hard it is going to be. I will persevere though. I will.

So that’s it really. Not much more to report. It’s summertime and the living is easy, as they say.  So to make up for what is clearly a lackluster blog, here’s a pic of my Ash at the creek. She may be tiny but she is certainly a water dog 🙂



Visiting the creek

It’s that time of the year, the weather is warm and the sky is blue and it’s time to go see what the winter rains did to the creek. Every year it’s a little bit changed. But every year we love it all the same.


This year wee made our first trek through the brambles on a Sunday afternoon. The dogs came with us. It was our very on tiny slice of heaven. We found new growth like this little fern in the middle of a stretch of rocks. We found deer tracks from a momma and a baby.


The water was freezing but it didn’t stop my daughters from playing in it, swimming where they could, and splashing where it wasn’t quite as deep. The dogs had a blast, I had a blast, my daughters had fun. It was lovely. We even had our own little blessing in the form of a gorgeous green and blue dragon fly landing on my husband’s chest for a few moments.  (Also, he took the pictures. The man is a genius with a smart phone camera)

Our creek is one of my favorite places on earth. It’s fun for exploring and for daydreaming. And I really think everyone should get to play in a creek, it’s good for the soul.

To the creek!



It’s our spring and summer battle cry, and even when it’s not something we planned to do on a particular day, when the creek is involved, fun is ahead.

We were doing yard work. We were only going to check out the path to see how much we would have to clear this year. We were not going to jump in the freezing cold water. Yeah… two guesses how well that played out.

In the end the girls got soaked. I got soaked. And the dog..oh the sand she brought home with her. But it was worth it. Totally worth it. We had visits by a butterfly and had the first dragon fly sighting of the year. We found our biggest piece of petrified wood to date. And we found the most gorgeous rock.


It looks like there is a constellation on it. Or the beginnings of a fossil. I had to bring it home to add to our collection. And I’m planning on placing the giant piece of petrified wood into a succulent garden. The creek is our place. A happy Saturday afternoon, a fun and wet Sunday evening, even a wienie roast on a Friday night. And even when the water is still too cold (like yesterday) and the kids are still in their pjs (again like yesterday) the creek leaves us all with a smile on our face, and sand in our toes.


*Author’s note. Both pictures were taken by my dear hubs who is an amazing amateur photographer.


When I have nothing to blog about…

I’ve mentioned it before, and it will probably come up again, but I sometimes have nothing to blog about. I’m in a waiting pattern with Alien Like Me coming out at the end of April, when I can finally shout it from the rooftops, Buy My Book, Buy My Book!

Until then, let me tell you about taking my kids to see Zootopia. My youngest is just about to turn 4 and while this was not her first movie, Kung Fu Panda 3 took that honor, it is still a relatively new experience for her. My oldest has been going to the movies since she was that age, but she has always been a calmer child, whereas my youngest is best described as, um, willful and energetic. So as we sit down to watch the movie, before which I made them both use the restroom, I settled in to what I knew would be two hours of trying to shush my girl, and keep her sitting still. It didn’t work. I knew it wouldn’t.

For some reason, at home my kid can hold off a bathroom trip for like six hours, but get her sitting in a dark theater and she has to go every half hour. Then there is also the seat that doesn’t sit even, oh no, it bounces! And then if there is a scary spot she has to sit on my lap, or even better, go down the line of seats to sit on her daddy’s lap. Oh, and let’s not forget the popcorn, of which she ate all of hers and then most of mine.

Somewhere through all this there was a movie on, a movie with cute animals and a bunch of songs, that held her attention for most of the time. Well, some of the time.  It was a cute movie, I enjoyed what I got to see of it.  I bet if you take your young kids to a theater, the experience I just described is familiar to you. I think that if you are willing to go through it, Zootopia is a good movie to see most of.

Dealing with discouragement

I am, by nature, a happy person. A person who feels that helping others is just what you do.  I don’t do it because I have to. I don’t do it to get something out of it. I do it because it makes me feel good.  It makes me happy, and I like to be happy.

Lately though, I have been discouraged. I’ve had some writing blocks which I’m sure has fed it. My goal for the year is fluid at best and keeps changing which throws me in a spin, which has also contributed to the discouragement. And then, there is the little matter of not getting help I think I need. Now in the long run I may not need the help, but at this moment, it feels pretty huge. And I’m getting crickets. Crickets I tell you. And it hurts. And it makes me a tad rage-y. There could be reasons. Heck, I’m sure there are reasons, but right now all I see is that people I help all the time, whenever I can, are not helping me back, and that just seems wrong.

So today I am trying to remind myself that I don’t help others to get help in return. That all I can manage is myself.  I cannot make people help me, just because I have helped them. That is not why I do it in the first place. It will be my mantra today, I can’t manage what others do, only what I do. And no matter how upset I am, I won’t change my way of doing things. I might listen to happy songs today though (I’m looking at you Maroon 5).

So I hope you have a great day, and maybe just maybe, help someone today. it’ll make you feel good, promise.



Rambly, rambling, rambles

Some weeks I have nothing to blog about. Those weeks are not my favorite. I’m supposed to bog, to keep you precious few interested in what I am doing in hopes that you will come to love me and then buy my book. (oppsss am I not supposed to say that?) I think I’m out of love with the idea of blogging, at least this week, so today I’m sort of rambly.

Things I think you should know. Alien Like Me is int he last step before publication!! Woo Hooo!! The tentative release date is Aprils 30 so we’ll have a cover reveal coming soon.

Because of the release of Alien Like Me, I will be putting The Dragon Child on sale, so be on the look out for that. Also, the sequel is all written and will be starting the publication process of that soon, so keep tuned for more news about that.

My goal for this month is to set up a newsletter. So if you’re interested in what will probably be a quarterly newsletter from yours truly, then be sure to leave a comment and I’ll get back to you about it 🙂


It feels like spring in my neck of the woods, so it’s going to get harder and harder for me to stay indoors and keep the writing regular, but I do have two more series I want to work on, so hopefully I can start on them.

Also, I love gummy bears. How about you?


*both images taken from morguefile.com




Don’t give up just yet.

How many times a day/week/month/year do you wish you could just give up? I mean, I’m not gonna lie, I’m struggling with writing lately and giving up is looking better and better. I get it, those people who give up, I totally get it. Is it worth all the time you put into to when it feels like in the end you’re just screaming into the void and no one is there to respond? That’s pretty much my publishing experience lately. I write a book, I publish a book, no one wants the book. It’s hard. It weighs on you. It sometimes makes it hard for you to keep writing. But no matter how much I want to give up, I just can’t. The voices in my head would probably draw and quarter me if they had no outlet, so I keep on keeping on. I keep writing, keep planning new books. New characters. Even though no one but my family is reading them. The idea that someday, someone out there that isn’t family might pick up my book is enough to keep me publishing.

So to all those out there who are looking at the hardness, who are looking down the tunnel and the light just isn’t there, don’t give up. Just don’t. It sounds easy but I know it isn’t. Trust me. I know how hard it is to keep going when you want to give in.  But I haven’t yet, and I hope that despite how hard it gets, I can still keep going. I can still keep pushing myself to take those steps forward even when all I want is to lay down on the side of the road I’m walking.  So just know that you’re not alone. That other people out there have been where you are, are still where you are, and in solidarity will keep going with you.

Also, just to make you smile, here’s a picture of Felix the cat. He likes to get all up on my lap when I’m trying to type.


A rambling sort of post.

When you begin to blog, really commit yourself to it, you never realize there are days when you’ll not have a thing to say. Either your mind is too full, too empty, or too preoccupied; it happens. Today is one of those days. It’s another rainy day (day 4) here in the south. I have a huge list of things to accomplish today and I have strong coffee to help me get it done. But…and here’s the rub, I don’t really want to do anything. I sort of just want to sit on the couch and cuddle with my youngest. Watch cartoons all day, eat popcorn and just be the two of us. She won’t be home with me much longer, only two more years til she starts school, and I don’t want to waste any time with her. It’s times like this that I remember why I am doing this. I want her to be proud of me. I want to write stories that I know she’ll read one day and be able to say “My momma wrote this!” So that’s my inspiration to spend time here on my laptop rather than coloring with chalk with her. I need to keep writing, keep putting out books that she’ll read, that maybe one day she’ll read to her children.

Some days my oldest daughter is my inspiration, bu today it’s my youngest. Before I sign off on this very short blog, let me leave you with some of my favorite things about my youngest daughter.

  1. Her deep love for coffee. This morning it was, “you’re making me coffee milk momma? Aw thank you, You’re the best. Coffee milk is my favorite.”
  2. She tells me I’m the best at least ten times a day. I know this will change one day, so I’m storing them up for later.
  3. Every Sunday dinner with my in-laws she has to say her own prayer after everyone else is done. It goes like this. “You are all not douchenozzles. Not Momma, not Daddy, not (sister), not Nana, not Pooh, and not (uncle). I love you.” Yes, douchenozzle is one of her favorite words, no I don’t care. It could be so much worse.
  4.  She sings everything. Highly inappropriate songs, what she’s doing, and commercials. It’s seriously endearing. You’ve not lived until you’ve heard her sing Sugar by Maroon 5
  5. She needs a stack of books on her bed to fall asleep. I tuck her in and then she lays in bed looking at pictures and “reading” to herself. I cannot express how happy this makes me. I can’t wait for to actually be able to read.

So that’s my youngest daughter in bullet points. She’s so much more, but that’s about all I’m ready to share. So that’s all from me today. I’m off to watch cartoons before I tackle my next to do list item.

A little bit of everything.

Hey there. I hope you’re in the mood for a rambling type of blog post on this lovely monday. A few things I need to post about, and a few things that are simply on my mind. That’s what I have for you today.

First- My first mid grade book, The Dragon Child releases on Sept 20th. That is really close. Really close. I’m only slightly freaking out about it.

Second- My goal is to put together my newsletter by the end of this week, so if you are interested in signing up, comment with your email, or you can find me on fb (https://www.facebook.com/sherilynputnam) and message me there. I promise I won’t spam too much. I’m thinking quarterly for the newsletter.

Also, I’ve really been thinking a lot lately about author pics. I’ve made no attempt to hide that this is a pen name, and to that end I tried to find two different pics of me that look like me, but keep my two names separate. And I kinda hate that. The pic I use for this name is an older one, and while i really love it, it’s not me now. Although the pic I use for my main author name isn’t me any more either. As of yesterday, this is me –>


and next month, the hair will probably be different again. I love to play with my hair. It makes me happy. So as to the pic you’ll see on the back of my book, it’s me, same face, different hair.

And the last thing on my mind, it still amazes me how the family you are given has the capacity to hurt you more than anyone else. I’m so glad that I am an adult and get to choose my family now. Because I choose people who love me for who I am, not who they think I should be. Pink hair and all. 🙂

Ugh Monday, Right?

We all do it. We all beat down Monday as if it was the worst thing to ever come along. I did it myself not 20 min ago when while driving my oldest daughter to school, I spilled coffee all over my leg. My immediate reaction was sadly not, “dang it sheri you should have grabbed the travel mug” it was, “ugh freaking Monday strikes again.  Why is that? Why do we blame everything that is bad on Monday? Even when we have a bad day on Tuesday or Wednesday we call it Monday part 2. Heck even my dog hides when Monday rolls around.

Poor Monday has become the proverbial red headed step child (don’t get me started on that phrase, I have a red headed daughter) of the week. And I for one am going to stop it. Well, not for everyone you see, but for me. No more Monday blues. It doesn’t add to my life in any way, it doesn’t make me feel better to curse the universe for landing Monday so close to the weekend, thus making it the enemy of those who’d rather lay about the couch then get up and make the 5 min drive to the school. So from now on, I will not be hating on Monday. I am grateful I woke up this morning, that my family woke up, that there was enough gas to get my daughter to school, that I was able to drink the majority of my coffee (before it landed in my lap). Some people only voice being grateful around holidays, or if they luck out of bad things happening, I am going to practice being grateful for the small every day things. So today, I am grateful for Monday. (Although Ash the doxie is till hating on Mondays)

(photo credit: me)