When you can’t see it happen

Is a writer really writing if they aren’t posting about it?

For a long time, I was creating ‘writer’ content on my social channels — silly little videos about querying, or the writing process, or teasers about my three LAST NIGHT novels so I could drum up interest.

As an aspiring writer, I hear (constantly) that it’s super important to build up a strong social presence so you can have ready-made book buyers for when the time comes.

But I didn’t want to create content about specific manuscripts anymore.

My social followers seemed keen to buy the LAST NIGHT series whenever I’d post about it, but that couldn’t happen unless I got an agent and a book deal. And it felt weird to keep talking about books no one could buy.

And I didn’t want to create content about the writing process.

I did the cutesy Reels and used all the trending sounds other authors were using, and then I just … didn’t want to anymore. It felt forced.

What I wanted was to be quiet.

Turn inward. Focus on myself. Do what felt natural, instead of what I felt like I should be doing.

Sit quietly at the dining room table. Think. Breathe. Fill pages and pages of whatever popped into my head. Type long, rambling journal entries to stop myself from overthinking and understand my feelings. Write novel ideas, snippets of stories, ideas that might become novels someday.

So this is exactly what I’ve been doing. Quietly.

For someone who spent literal decades writing about my life, photographing my life, editing videos about my life, and sharing practically every detail — both in newspapers and magazines, and also on social media — it’s been very different. But ‘good’ different.

Someday, when I sign with a literary agent and things really start to happen with my writing career, I will be BURSTING to share it all over social media.

Someday, when I have a book deal and a countdown to when readers can actually buy my books in their local bookstore, I will be crying happy tears on a livestream somewhere.

Someday, when my book(s) are out in the world and I have actual readers (!!!) who want to hear about my writing process or my characters or my next project, I will be delighted to post regularly and promote the heck out of my book babies.

But for now, I’m here.

Quietly working away on my latest project, creating what I hope will be ✨THE ONE✨ that changes everything.

Spending time with the people I love, without sharing it online where anyone can see it.

Doing what feels right for me.

(For more on this, please feel free to subscribe to my newsletter. In this latest edition, I’m talking about what went wrong in the spring with my latest project, what I did about it, and what I’m doing now.)

Slump isn’t the word for it

I think of a writing slump as a slow, melty, ‘I-just-can’t-type-anything’ sort of phase.

This isn’t what’s been happening.

It’s been more of a ‘I-just-can’t-find-time-to-type’ phase.

Every year, I forget about the literal unhinged CHAOS that is an eight-ish week period from April through June. It always includes …

  • Our daughter’s birthday
  • Our daughter’s friend birthday party
  • Our daughter’s family birthday celebration(s)
  • Our son’s birthday
  • Our son’s friend birthday party (a big one this year)
  • Our son’s family birthday celebration(s)
  • Ballet exams for our daughter
  • Taekwondo belt test for our son
  • Dance recitals spread over two weekends (four recitals total, this year)
  • School presentations/fairs where parents should make an appearance
  • Year-end ceremonies/awards nights
  • Out-of-town dance performances
  • Eighty field trips and special school events
  • Ten zillion volunteer commitments (mostly dance)
  • Auditions for summer theatre productions
  • Auditions for next year’s dance company
  • Summer camp sign-ups
  • Mother’s Day
  • Father’s Day
  • Easter
  • Family members’ birthdays
  • Making it to my weekly Zumba classes (a.k.a. sanity savers)
  • Oh, right, WORKING A FULL-TIME JOB

I always document my writing progress in planners, and May and June (so far) have not looked very good. Lots of crossed-out days where I didn’t many ANY progress with writing, editing, or querying.

(Don’t ask about my poor neglected author newsletter, whose who ‘Gotta-do-this’ reminder is jostling around so much in my Google Calendar that I’m probably going to put it into labour.)

While I’m still getting up early almost every morning, I haven’t always been sending that time …

  • Writing
  • Editing
  • Plotting
  • Researching agents
  • Writing and sending queries
  • Journaling about ideas

Instead, there have been many early mornings chewed up by …

  • Making lists
  • Updating calendars
  • Working
  • Organizing kids’ schedules
  • Paying bills
  • Planning parties
  • Buying tickets
  • Making reservations
  • Packing (and re-checking) bags
  • Fixing costumes
  • Making custom T-shirts (More to come on that. I learned a ton!)

But admittedly, this chaotic season came at the worst possible time because of one very important factor.

I’m between projects.

I have four completed manuscripts to query (but I’m not really querying the LAST NIGHT series at the moment, focusing instead on querying my newer manuscript), and while I have several WIPs (works in progress) I’m not actively writing anything at the moment.

If I was in the middle of drafting (writing) a new manuscript when this busy season began, I strongly suspect I would have still managed to write. Writing is the fun part! The exciting part!

But querying? Well, querying takes a lot of motivation with very, very little reward.

So there were probably (almost definitely) mornings lately where I could have researched agents … could have written query letters … could have sent out queries … but chose to get bogged down in little household tasks instead.

I’m not going to beat myself up over it, because the reality is that being a parent comes first. A lot of PARENT TASKS simply took priority lately. And that’s okay.

Back in business … hopefully?

There are only a couple of weeks of school left, and we seem to be (knock on wood) turning the corner on the annual Clarke Chaos that is April-June. Some of the kids’ activities are over for the year, and others are winding down. The family calendar is still busier than normal, but we’ve checked off most of the biggies.

On Monday, I spent the early-morning hours researching agents and actually sent out FIVE (5) queries before 8 a.m. (I actually got one very polite rejection hours later, and when they’re that quick, I’m more impressed than disappointed.)

I just really need to decide on my next project soon, because there is no high like Getting New Words on The Page.™ And I could use a hit or two right now.

Cleaning up 15 years of digital mess

Friends, we’re heading into the last part of 2023, and I started this ol’ blog here on the first day of 2009.

You know what that means? I have FIFTEEN years of blog content that’s mostly gathering digital dust.

Fifteen years is a long time to spill your guts, long-form, on the internet.

When I started blogging in 2009, I was messing around in Blogger (remember Blogger?) and couldn’t tell a category from a tag. I didn’t know what SEO was (if even existed back then?). I didn’t know about featured images, or *good* images, or not stealing graphics from random websites, or how to post photos bigger than a postage stamp.

All I knew was how to post. (And lord knows, I posted twice a day sometimes!)

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When I started blogging, I had no idea what I was doing.

I just wanted a blog because I was obsessed with the U.S. (mostly Mormon) mommy blogs.

I was just a little girl (okay, a 25-year-old little girl), sitting around in a very clean condo in Bedford, working 9-5 in Halifax (getting there on Metro Transit), looping the angsty Twilight soundtrack, cooking terrible chicken wraps, and hoping for a baby to keep me company because my husband was working all the time and I wanted a buddy.

(Quite possibly, reading all those Mormon mommy blogs brainwashed me into an obsession with babies and pregnancy. Ah, well.)

Cleaning up my own mess

So when redesigned my author site yesterday, I realized the poor blog needed some work. I moved it from Blogger to WordPress years ago, so some of the links are old ‘LaptopsToLullbies’ links (the original blog name) that forward to the ‘HeathersHandmadeLife’ links, and the category-and-tag situation is pretty dire.

I wish I could reach back in time and give myself a shake, knowing what I know now as someone who works in marketing and uses WordPress daily at my job.

So please bear with me as I try to clean up 15 years of blog mess, so this thing is a bit easier to navigate. (I’m also working with the low-budget version of WordPress here, compared to the very nice version of WordPress I get to use at work, which makes things trickier.)

Along with my parenting newspaper columns and my DIY newspaper columns, there are funny stories here. And sad stories. And milestone-type stories. And weird stories. Stories people might want to read, if they can ever find them.

And I’m making no promises about blogging new content, but you never know. It’s like riding a bike, yadda yadda. Maybe I’ll start blogging more often, especially about my journey to becoming an author.

Except I’m 99% sure I will not talk about pregnancy vitamins, onesies, and cervical mucus ever again? (You’re welcome.)

How our kids call and text without a phone plan

Our kids each have their own cell phone numbers, but we don’t pay a monthly bill (and neither do they).

How do we call and text them?

Well, let’s dive in …

I’d looked into adding them to our plan, but NO WAY way was I paying $50 a month, per kid. I already feel like my husband and I pay way too much for our cell phone plans. Adding two more humans to the mix? Um, no. Definitely not.

Our kids have had their “own” iPhones as long as they can remember, but only because they get our hand-me-downs when we’re done with them. (We hang onto our phones for a long time, so they’re always *really* old — and usually somewhat broken — once our kids get them.)

Wow, I was so proud of this iPhone 4S at some point! Now it looks hilarious.

They started playing games on these ancient iPhones when they were little, and it was fun to see them iMessage us strings of colourful emojis and basic phrases. Sometimes it actually came in handy, too, if they got onto the Wi-Fi at a friends’ house and could send us a quick note.

When Covid struck and they were separated from their friends and classmates, Kids Messenger became a lifeline as they set up video chats and sent messages.

But Kids Messenger, FaceTime, and iMessage will only get you so far.

  • With Kids Messenger, you can only talk to people on your list
  • With iMessage and FaceTime, you can only talk to other iPhone/iPad users
  • With all three, you need a Wi-Fi or data connection or they’re useless

Now that our kids are full-fledged tweens, 10 years old and 12 years old (!!!), we needed a more reliable way to reach them.

They’re spending more time away from us, out on their own or with friends, and I wanted to be able to stay in contact with them.

  • I wanted to be able to track their location (God bless the Find My app, amen)
  • I wanted to be able to text or iMessage them (“Hello? When do I pick you up?!”)
  • I wanted to be able to call them (“Why aren’t you responding to my texts?!”)
  • I also wanted them to have the ability to call and text ALL phone numbers (without having to know their Apple ID for iMessage or FaceTime)
    • Mostly so they could give a phone number out to their friends, instead of giving them our home phone number (which I plan on canceling very soon)
    • But also so they had the freedom to let their friends call their parents if they needed to reach them (since a lot of kids memorize Mom’s cell phone, but wouldn’t have the faintest clue how to iMessage her on her Apple ID)
  • I wanted the option to put data on their phones sometimes, without a monthly plan

What to do, what to do?

If you know me in real life or on social, you can see where this is going! 😀

Back in January, I left my long-time gig in the newspaper industry and started working in marketing and communications for an Ottawa communications company called AffinityClick. Yup, I’m in the app business now, and I’m here to tell you that there IS an app for that. (Does anyone else remember those early Apple commercials?)

Just days into my new position, I realized our two apps — Hushed and aloSIM — would be the perfect solution(s) to the I-Need-To-Reach-My-Kids problem.

Hushed is a second phone number app, so you can buy phone numbers in 300+ area codes and keep them for as long as you want.

Download Hushed: https://hushed.onelink.me/hushed/f16kmsfv

You can buy temporary phone numbers from Hushed for a week, a month, etc. if you don’t want to keep them for very long. But I used a super-special Hushed discount offer to score lifetime phone numbers (they never expire as long as you use them) for $25 each — one for our son, and one for our daughter.

I got to choose their phone numbers from a huge list, and it took less than a minute to get the apps organized on their hand-me-down iPhones.

Oh, and I also “gifted” them their Hushed phone numbers on their birthdays, when they each got their latest hand-me-down iPhone. Just as they were about to tear off the wrapping paper, I had someone call their new phone number so the still-wrapped gift started ringing.

It was pretty adorable, I must say.

Except I wrapped their old iPhones in the boxes my husband and I had saved from our new iPhones, and there was a funny moment when our daughter squealed “An iPhone 13?!” and I had to say, “Um, no — that’s just the box.”

(Seriously, does she think she’s getting the same phone as me? She’s TEN! She drops everything!)

Why I bought my kids their own lifetime phone numbers from Hushed:

  • For a one-time payment of $25, they own that phone number for life
  • They get plenty of calling minutes/texts to use up, and the credits renew each year
  • If they were to run out (they won’t), it’s cheap to top up their account
  • Their phone numbers are within our own local area code (902)
  • They’re real phone numbers, so they can write them on forms, give them out to friends, etc.
  • They can call/text any phone number, and any phone number can call/text them (unlike iMessaging and Kids Messenger)
  • They can actually call any number in Canada or the U.S., if they ever got a long-distance friend
  • We can reach them by phone or text anywhere they have Wi-Fi or data (more on data in a sec)
  • They can use any mobile device to log into the Hushed app, and their contacts, messages, etc. are all there (so it’s not a problem whenever they get “new” hand-me-down devices)

Our kids love having their own Hushed phone numbers, and I couldn’t beat the price. Paying $25 ONCE for a number that will never expire (and calling/texting credits that will regenerate every year) instead of paying $50 a month for years and years?! Amazing!

Since everyone in our immediate family has iPhones, they usually stick to iMessage (leaving their Hushed credits untouched). But it’s been really handy to be able to call them on their Hushed number when I need to reach them. (iMessages are easy to miss, but you don’t miss a ringing phone.)

Hushed is also useful when they pass their phone to a friend so they can call their parents. It doesn’t matter if they’re calling an iPhone, an Android phone, or a landline — it will call them all.

Okay, so what about mobile data?

Hushed works perfectly over Wi-Fi, and thankfully it’s pretty easy to hook onto a Wi-Fi network these days. Our kids’ school lets them log into the Wi-Fi using their school IDs, our daughter’s dance studio has Wi-Fi available for students and staff, and their friends are all familiar with sharing their household’s Wi-Fi password with guests. (We keep ours in a pretty frame.)

But … what if there isn’t any Wi-Fi?
That’s where the other app comes in.

aloSIM is an eSIM data app, so you can buy short-term mobile data packages in 120+ countries and have an internet connection wherever you need it.

Download aloSIM: https://alosim.onelink.me/NWPY/3fsi5mlq

As long as your child’s phone supports eSIM, you can add prepaid data packages to your device whenever you want them. Since we just handed down our iPhone XRs to our kids, they were on the list of eSIM-compatible devices and could get aloSIM data.

This is VERY helpful because it means we don’t need to pay for a monthly cell phone package that gives them data. Our kids have their Hushed phone numbers for calling and texting, and if we want to add a short-term data package to their phone for a particular reason, we can do that in under two minutes.

Of course, sometimes you don’t know what the Wi-Fi situation will be until your kid is somewhere with no way to reach you, but usually you can scope that out in advance. If I know the Wi-Fi is going to be an issue and I’ll want to reach one of the kids, I’m happy to pay a few bucks, here and there, for the piece of mind that comes with knowing I can reach them anywhere, anytime.

Why I buy my kids occasional prepaid data packages from aloSIM:

  • They’re going away and we want to be able to reach them by calling or texting their Hushed phone number (without relying on Wi-Fi)
  • They’re attending a day camp that has glitchy/unreliable Wi-Fi
  • They’re participating in a special event (play, recital, etc.) and we want to make sure we can call/text each other if they need something
  • There’s a situation where we know we might need to reach them for an important message (“Running late! Stay put! Will pick you up as soon as I can!”)
  • They’ll be somewhere that I want to be able to track their exact location

While it would be convenient for them to have aloSIM data all the time, that would end up costing about the same as a monthly phone plan, so it’s just not worth it at this point.

We’re pretty good about thinking ahead to where the kids will be, and if there’s a reason we feel they’d benefit from data, I’ll open the aloSIM app on their hand-me-down iPhone and buy them a 1GB package. Then they’ll have sweet, sweet data flowing through their device for seven full days.

And I’ll know that anytime I want to call them, text them, iMessage them, FaceTime them, etc. they will be able to ANSWER ME IMMEDIATELY. (That’s the deal. Answer Mom, always, if you want to keep getting data occasionally.)

How our kids call and text without a phone plan

So there you have it! If you have a tween you’d like to reach on an old hand-me-down phone, this is a really cheap, effective way to stay in touch with them.

The Hushed app: Gives them their own phone number for calling and texting any number
The aloSIM app: Gives them short-term data when you feel Wi-Fi won’t be available
  • Packages start at $4.50 for a week of data
  • No contracts, just pre-pay for what you want
  • Download the free aloSIM app

While it definitely feels like one of those they’re-growing-up-so-fast moments to be able to call and text your kids on their own phone, it’s pretty sweet when you can text them from bed to please flip on your tea kettle.

Covid didn’t care that we were careful

We’ve been so cautious for two full years.

I was sewing face masks before anyone was wearing masks — before you could even buy masks. There were days during the Omicron wave where I made our daughter wear two child-sized surgical masks, layered, because Covid was sweeping through her classroom. (And she did it, without complaint.)

We went months on end without seeing even close family. We missed two Christmases with grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins — all because the gathering limits changed and we wanted to respect the rules. We once wore masks to a family gathering because someone was unvaccinated.

And, oh, the vaccines! Was there anyone more committed to tracking news on vaccines and obsessively stalking the site in order to book first doses, second doses, booster doses, and the kids’ two doses? I helped dozens of other people secure their own doses, too — calling, texting, DMing to let them know about availability. It was my own little public service. My desperate attempt to get as many people vaccinated as possible.

In our family, all four of us had our doses on the first day it was humanly possible for us to receive them. With each new dose, it felt like we’d crossed another hurdle. ‘Well, at least we’ve got one dose. That’s something.’ ‘Okay, we’ve made it to fully vaccinated. Now, if we were to catch it, we’d be better off.’ If the government were to have announced a fourth dose, a fifth, a tenth, I would have happily rolled up my sleeve.

There were many times we said no to playdates and sleepovers because “Covid is too bad right now.” Even when the kids argued that it wasn’t fair because their friends were doing X or Y, I put my foot down. They begged to go to the arcade and the indoor trampoline park, but I said no. Those places would be too germy, I told them. It’s not safe yet.

For a long time, it felt like our hyper-vigilance was working. We weren’t catching Covid. We were winning.

So when I crossed the kitchen floor, glanced down at the test, and saw those two lines, I couldn’t have been more shocked.

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