We interrupt this regularly scheduled blog post for an announcement…
Attention fantasy readers! I am pleased to officially announce that I have signed a publishing contract with Diminished Media Group, a new small press run by the fine folks who already bring speculative fiction audiences Digital Dragon magazine and A Flame in the Dark.
Through this contract, Diminished Media intends to publish my serial fiction The Windrider. Some of you may have read the first season of this tale, which ran in Digital Dragon from July of 2009 to August of 2010. Diminished Media’s publications will include an ebook version of not only this first set of thirteen stories, revised for publication, but a second ebook of the serial’s continuation, part of which ran at my blog at the end of 2010. For those want to have all the stories on paper, a print compilation of both seasons will also release from DMG.
When will all these stories be available? The release schedule is set for this fall—roughly mid October for the first book, late November for the second, and the release date for the print compilation is TBD.
So break out you Kindles (and other ereaders) and keep an eye out for further announcements about when you can get your compiled editions of The Windrider. Better yet, if you’d like to be on a mailing list where I specifically alert you to exact release dates, email me at beckyminor123[at]comcast[dot]net.
And now, for my usual extended metaphorical post for the day…
Words. I tend to devour them. When the writing is good but easy, like in quality YA fiction (Lloyd Alexander comes to mind) I scarf words down faster than a teenage boy shovels breakfast cereal. When the prose is meaty, I love to savor it like a cabernet too expensive for me to buy for myself, at least with any regularity. But when the words are my own that I have to eat, well, they go down a little hard. A smidge bitter–and tough like overcooked pork.
I’m finding I have to eat my words a little right now with regard to my last decade of mantra, “Aside from extenuating circumstances, the only reason most married women can’t afford to stay home with their children is because they won’t make deep enough sacrifices to do so.”
I won’t get into the gritty details, but the work my husband does is a type of ministry, one that he is absolutely called to and undeniably gifted to carry out. But as with all ministry, one doesn’t do it for the money. We have rearranged our lives quite a bit over the past year, trying to find the happy balance between gathering the necessary practical resources, nurturing our family, and enabling my husband to do what God has made him to do. But I found the rearranging we did wasn’t enough, and if we want to be serious about achieving our goals, we’ve discovered more radical change is in order.
I have always known, from an academic standpoint, that my relationship to God comes first, my relationship to my husband comes second, my children, after that, and the rest needs to fall in line from there. It’s so easy as a mom to shuffle the kids ahead of the husband, and sometimes even ahead of God, if we’re being honest. Our situation of late has made it clear to me I need to do what I can to support my husband in his calling, and that will involve a career move for me. A full-time career move.
Do I still believe homeschooling is the best educational option for students whose families are committed to the educational paradigm? Absolutely. Do I still think kids need “quantity time” interaction with their parents? No question. Do I need to step back a bit and let my husband take on a more active role in molding our boys into young men, and does that involve me working more so he can have just ONE job for the first time in our marriage? (This is the one that goes down like an un-chewed tortilla chip.) Yes.
The view of my horizon is shifting rapidly, and as frightening as that is, it’s also OK. The one thing about the horizon I must remember is that as we travel, what we see in the distance constantly changes. For this season of my life, indeed, I will be shifting into a very different role in my family. Something I can count on, though, is that how things look today will likely not resemble my life a year from now. I will strive to keep the hierarchy in place: God, Husband, Kids, Everything Else.
I may have a meal on the table I never expected to serve, some of whose ingredients I’ve never encountered before today, but if I handle the dishing out with a deft hand, all the diners at the table have a good chance of coming away satisfied.