Sunday, November 18, 2012

Greetings, Mortals!!!

First posts are always awkward, aren't they?  There's always all this stress of making the right impression the first time, trying to immediately impress upon the reader all the intricacies and quirks of your nature in a few words delivered digitally through the modern miracle of . . . well . . . everything.  It's tough.  I've never been much good at first posts.  That's why I'm not gonna do one.  We're just gonna dive right in.  Anyone reading this already knows us anyway, so introductory posting seems just a touch repetitively redundant at this juncture anyway.

We've decided to keep a blog because, as most of you are personally familiar, the act of journalling and record-keeping is a part of our beliefs.  It's normally one of those parts of the discussion on Sundays during which you can kinda see the guilt wash like a wave through everyone's expression like a bad cheer at a football game.  The overwhelming sensation in the room is one of "Can we please talk about something else? I know I should be doing that on a regular basis, but . . . hey look!  Something shiny!!!"  Therefore, in an effort to counteract the Something Shiny reflex, this will become a regularly scheduled effort of ours to update and amaze.  And so, without further ado, we begin. 

Life is good.  That's really the best way we can describe it at the moment, honestly.  Dawn is still working over at Chicago Title in Olathe with her aunt and uncle, and the dietary sanctions levied against her by our still-cooking child seem to have been lifted for the time being.  For a while there, it was down to chicken and bread.  Less than fun.  For now, though, she's just into the cramping-at-all-times stage of things, waiting for the time when she starts getting physically assaulted from within.  On December 5th, we'll be going for the ultrasound to determine the baby's gender, so we'll find out whether it's Allie or Adam who will be joining us next year.  (Dave thinks it's a boy, Dawn still thinks it's a girl.  One of us is bound to be right.  News at 11.)

As for Dave, he's settling into his job working for United Health Group one week at a time.  He's being trained for about six different job functions, it seems like, and so there's a lot to take in, but he's meeting lots of people from his company and settling into the role one week at a time.  Learning how to work with Medicaid specifically and health insurance generally is a lot to take in, but if he can navigate tech support, he figures he can navigate health insurance.  

Life in fiction is also going swimmingly.  The first two books of our werewolf trilogy, The Ironborn Claim and The Heartborn Mate have been out for some time now, and we've almost finished the formatting and preliminary work necessary for the third one's release.  The only piece of that puzzle still missing is the cover artwork (big shout-out here to Jen Hessler, whose artwork on these books has been phenomenal in every way!) and the final formatting, and The Lightborn Queen should be out for publication around the beginning of December.  Just in time for the Mayapocalypse we've all been hearing so much about this year.  Yay. 

This week, we'll be headed down to Arkansas to meet up with the Ball team for Thanksgiving, which will be loads of fun all around.  Dave is looking forward to beating many of them in chess (again), and Dawn is looking forward to assisting in a hostile takeover of Tina's kitchen for the day.  Should be good times all around.  

For now, it's off to do more writing.  The work of fiction never ends.  Or at least, it should never end.  Not if it's being done right.  More to come in December, when we have another book out and we'll find out who the next contestant will be on "Mortality with The Brumbleys."  Until then, the answer is still 42.