Jan Sikes

Bear with me

I had every intention of making a Friday post yesterday, but instead, I spent the day working with a WordPress expert to get my blog imported into my website. I know there are still some wrinkles to iron out, but we are getting there.

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I imported everything into the website, but none of the comments attached to the blog posts came over and that’s okay. I’m just happy to finally have them all in one place. Fingers crossed that I still have subscribers. Can I just say I absolutely hate change, and especially when it is so hard? I have literally spent countless hours working on this. But I’m moving on.

I made zero progress with my WIP this week due to what I talked about above. Plus, I worked extra hours this week, so my WIP languished. And I realized I’ve been pushing myself to get in daily word count and somewhere along the way I started writing from my head and not my heart and it shows. Deep breath.

A Beggar’s Bargain is up for pre-order!

Beggar's Bargain Meme

Sara Beth stood in a shaft of evening sunlight splashing through the living room window. Violent trembling shook her from head to toe, and she almost dropped her pet rabbit. Getting a better grip, she drew herself up to her full five-foot-three height, every swear word she knew running through her head.

“You did what?” Her voice trembled as she tried to find words. “No! I won’t! You can’t make me.”

“Now, Sara Beth, hear me out.” Homer Williams paced the length of the living room. “It’s time you had a husband. Time you did something besides wag around that useless rabbit you insist on keeping. This is for your own good.”

“My own good?” Her teeth clamped together so hard she was sure they might break. Hot, angry tears welled up. “You know that’s a lie. It’s all about you, dear Father.”

He whined, “Now that’s unfair.”

“No, it’s always been about you. I’ve been a thorn in your side since the day I was born. I couldn’t be the son you wanted. But this is the lowest of lows, even for you.”

Homer Williams slapped his daughter, sending her reeling. “How dare you speak to me like that. If it wasn’t for me, you and your mother wouldn’t have had nice things, a decent place to live, and plenty to eat, even when our country was in the worst depression in history. I won’t tolerate any disrespect, little girl.”

She regained her footing and brought a shaky hand to her stinging jaw. Her reply barely rose above a faint whisper. “Thank you for providing us a home. I’m sorry I’ve been such a burden.”

With Cuddles tucked under her arm, she sprinted up the stairs to the sanctuary of her room.

A Beggar's Bargain Book Cover

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On the home front, I had the pleasure of accompanying my oldest grandson to a Rotary Club meeting where he competed for a cash prize by giving a speech. I was so proud of him and the subject he chose to share. He’s growing up to be a fine young man. And he’ll turn eighteen next month.

Ryan, my grandson

I hope everyone is having a good weekend. I am traveling tomorrow and Monday, so there will be no Monday post next week. I’ll catch back up the following week. Share your thoughts about the new blog configuration. I’m just crossing my fingers that this post will actually reach my subscribers. Who knows? 🙂

14 thoughts on “Bear with me”

  1. All AOK. I like your comment about worrying re word count. I agree – we should write by the heart instead of the number of words that we accomplish in a day. Your heart seems to always be in the right place, though. 🙂

    1. My fingers AND toes are crossed, Priscilla. This has been a nightmare. Thanks for leaving a comment.

  2. Sending lots of good vibes, prayers, and pixie dust your way, Jan! It’s always something with technology, right? Congratulations on the upcoming book, too! I’m off to pre-order! Hugs!

    1. Thank you for all the good ju-ju, Mary. And, thank you for pre-ordering the new book! Hugs back!

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