Your Weekly Dose of EEE #8: Tuesdays are for Ted

And, have you recommended When We Were Mothers lately?

I had a great event on March 26 at Coastal Mass. Brewing. Here is me reading from the novel and reminding you to buy it, read it, review it, and recommend it! Photo courtesy the suitor.

Hey there!

I was reminded this week of something important that I haven’t done enough of lately. So, to start us off today, I want to ask you a few questions:

• Have you gotten your copy of When We Were Mothers yet? If not, why not pick one up now! It’s available in paperback and ebook, and I am SO EXCITED to know what more readers think.

• Have you reviewed When We Were Mothers yet? The book is sitting at 4.8 starts on Amazon and 4.7 on GoodReads, and the more genuine reviews it has, the better its chances of being seen by readers who will enjoy it.

• Have you recommended When We Were Mothers to a friend or loved one lately? The more someone sees the book in their social media feed, and the more they hear/see it recommended by people they trust, the more likely they are to buy it and read it and do all the things above!

As always, I appreciate your support more than I can express.

What’s Exciting Me?

I wrote 1,600 words this week on the When We Were Mothers sequel, to make about 4,000 words (~5% of a book) altogether and almost a full two chapters!

I had a productive week otherwise, but watching this story come together in a way that doesn’t seem to overtly suck is what has me most excited.

Don’t forget to get your paid membership so you can watch the sequel writing process unfold! Proceeds will go toward the When We Were Mothers audiobook fund.

What’s Entertaining Me?

📺 In my house, Tuesdays are for Ted Lasso. I have written a little about Ted, how he reminds me of home, and why the show is such a breath of fresh air. There is no end to my adoration for this show, but there’s one thing I hate about it:

It’s ending.

After only three wholesome seasons, this glorious show is coming to an end. Season 3 was released just a few weeks ago, and it took me a while to even be emotionally ready to start it. Once we did, I set strict guidelines for how often we could watch. I want to savor what’s left of Lasso, watching once a week like in the old days. So we’re three episodes in, and I am mostly loving the story and absolutely hating one of the characters.

Mostly I’ve enjoyed being surprised by even the most daft and irritating of characters on this show. But I really find myself getting impatient with Zava. Other characters’ reactions to him always make me laugh, and he is certainly providing a foil for Jamie to grow even more, but I just don’t love Zava yet.

And the season in general just feels rushed to me. Maybe it’s just because I know it’ll be over soon, but I wish they’d slow down. And also make more seasons.

📖 I finished Number One Fan by Meg Elison last week, and it was pretty wild in a horrific kind of way. I might call it Misery meets Silence of the Lambs. The end was the best/worst part of it, suggesting very credibly that no matter what horrific event a woman has been through, society is conditioned to blame her for it. The book was definitely a little more violent than my typical read, but it was good.

🎶 Been listening to a little Hozier in celebration of the tickets I snagged to the September show. I love so much of his music, but my two favorites are From Eden (which my husband has been playing on the drums lately—*swoon*) and Arsonist’s Lullaby.

What’s Enlightening Me?

I’ve been (and I’ve taken you all) on an unplanned trip down Memory Lane these last couple of weeks. Looking at all those photos from way back in 2002, before jobs and kids and mortgages and all the hard work it takes to be an adult in a relationship who is responsible for other people, gave me a fair bit of nostalgia.

But reliving that story as I wrote it, and talking with my husband about all the details, reminded me that all those moments are still here with us. All I was (physically) capable of back then is still within reach, too, and though it will take work to get back there, I have taken steps in the right direction.

I miss those carefree days, but it’s also nice to reflect on how much growth I’ve done as a human in this world. I’m proud of where I am personally and professionally and the work that it’s taken me to get here.

What’s your favorite old photo or memory of yourself? What thoughts or memories does it bring? What’s one thing you’d go back and relive, or one thing you’re glad you’ve moved on from? Let me know in the comments!

See you next week,