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Hear It from the Author Herself

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I will be at Leon & Lulu in Clawson, Michigan THIS SUNDAY, April 30th from 11:00AM-5:00PM with copies of Troll Gurl and the Cursed Kingdom and the Riley Sisters series. Please stop on out and say hi.

This event will feature MY FIRST EVER BOOK READING!!! It will be from 2:15PM-2:30PM.

If you follow my posts at all, you know that I am secretly terrified about this. I haven’t practiced at all yet. Should I read from printed 8 1/2″ X 11″ pages or an actual copy of my book so that people can stare at the cover and want to buy it? (That cover is really awesome. See below.) Which parts should I censor in mixed company? How far will I get in 15 minutes? What if that is the whole book?

Really, the only reason I can make myself do it is the same reason that someday I would like to record the audiobook for it myself: because it is so fun to do the witch’s voice.

[If you are interested in donating to the “Make Troll Gurl Available in Audiobook” fund so that I may soundproof a closet and buy a quality microphone, please send me an email at: jennifer_friess@mrugly-manentertainment.com]

Also, a reminder that this weekend is your LAST CHANCE to enter to win TWO ROCK STAR PASSES to the Great Lakes Books Bash, October 27 & 28th! The two passes cover admission to the signing & panels Friday as well as early admission to the signing on Saturday and panels on Saturday.

All you have to do is sign up for my author newsletter to be in the running. Drawing will take place 4/30/17. The winner will be notified by email. Click here to sign up.

From the broken mind of Jennifer Friess, the joining of hearts & souls…
NOW AVAILABLE! Troll Gurl and the Cursed Kingdom

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365 Days

When I was a tiny child, a year was a very Very VERY VERY long time. In January, it would seem like Christmas would never come around again. Same with Halloween.  A year was just an infathomable amount of time for my immature brain. I knew that each day passed, and month by month, eventually we would get there. I knew this to be true. But it was just an eternity. I can’t even describe it. While so many other memories have faded, that one is still relatively clear in my memory.  The endlessness of time stretching out before me.

And from things my son says, I believe this is how he experiences time as well.

Here is an ugly picture that perfectly illustrates the topic of my post.

Here is an ugly picture that perfectly illustrates the topic of my post.

Maybe time moved so slow for me because as a child I spent a lot of time being bored. “I’m bored” came out of my mouth probably every hour of the day. I was bored in school. I was bored at home. I was bored in the car. I was bored at the grocery store. I was bored visiting my Gramma.

I look back now, and all that “bored” time just seems like such a waste. I could have been writing the books then that I don’t have time to write now. I could have hugged my Gramma a few more times while she was still here.

When I was in middle school and high school, time went faster than as a child, but was still very slow. And while the three months of summer vacation always ended way too soon, each individual day was slow and boring and painful to sit through. Sixteen hours of television a day helped a little. But even the Brady Bunch and The Dukes of Hazard can get boring after a while. Just like this post…

Here is a beautiful picture that perfectly illustrates the topic of my post.

Here is a beautiful picture that perfectly illustrates the topic of my post.

Now…Well, MY GOD.

I had my son yesterday. I went to sleep, and he is approaching his fourth birthday. Some of that is because my husband and I mentally block out a lot of the anxiety we had around his medical issues and surgeries. But even when I think about my previous employer, I CANNOT BELIEVE that I was there for over 12 years. (Especially because I didn’t really enjoy it, always wanted to do something more creative, and told myself if I was still there after 5 years, someone should shoot me. And now history repeats itself. I am always trying to do the responsible thing. I never learn. Enough of my whining…) I can’t even fathom how many books I added into their computer system. One that has now been powered down for good. I once calculated that in the year 2007, I allocated 15 million units of calendars as part of a three person team. (Yes, that is straight off my resume.)

I get up now, I rush through my day, doing everything as quickly as I can, sometimes accurately and efficiently, usually not. At the end of the day, I realize that it is actually Friday. I lost the whole week. I am so tired that I go to sleep. I get up, eat breakfast, and somehow it is Sunday night already. I have to turn around and do it all again. My life is racing by me. I don’t have one second to sit down and appreciate anything.

I am afraid tomorrow that I might wake up dead. I am not kidding. People in my family do not have a very good shelf life. Sure, my mom survived terminal cancer, but she has the longevity of the Eatons making up half her genes. They only make up a quarter of mine.

I just need to hurry, to finish as much as I can before I expire like a bottle of Diet Rite at a gas station.* But, the more that I hurry, the more behind I get, the faster time flies. I just wish a had a stop watch, so that I could pause everything so that I could enjoy what I have while I have it. And I need to book that trip to Las Vegas, and Hawaii.  Because someday, I will not be here to do it.

* No one buys Diet Rite, and all diet pop has a shorter shelf life to begin with because of the artificial sweeteners.

R.I.P. Data Betta (2012-2013)

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Data Betta looking at his reflection.  There is also an African Dwarf Frog in there too, but he is tiny.

Data Betta, June 2012

 

I didn’t realize we had had  him for a year.  That is the longest we have ever kept a fish alive.  I cured him of ich last June.  His number could have been up then.  Betta was a good fish.  And the handsomest Betta I have ever seen.

He will be missed.

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