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Blog post number 603.

In just under 3 years, I’ve written 603 posts on gardening, homesteading, cooking, chickens, bug hunters, mice, writing, homeschooling and a pinch of everything in life.

I’m still learning.

Learning how to write a blog post that will appeal to multiple audiences.

Learning how to take the criticism–both constructive (which really helps me get better) and destructive (which really doesn’t help me. At all.).

Learning how to grow as a writer…as a homesteader…as a human.

I’m having fun.

I’m feeling a sense of accomplishment…a sense of pride at my stick-to-it attitude.

I’m writing!

I had traveled so far away from my original dream. The dream I’ve had since I was a kid. The dream to write.

But, my journey through life has given me fodder for the stories I share.

I’ve wandered back to writing.

I’ve walked back to my dream.

I’m telling my story one post at a time.

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Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids – The Original Story

Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids are a product of my 5-year-old imagination.

I vaguely remember the adventures we had together. My mom loves to tell me about the time we forgot them at the store. Luckily, they caught up and jumped in the car or we would have had to go back.

I’ve always wanted to write a story about them, but wasn’t sure how to put an educational twist on their shenanigans.

Then, it came to me. Just like with the mice in my Adventures in Homesteading series, I use the characters as a tool to teach about cooking.

Here’s the intro story.

***

Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids
Originally posted on 9/12/14 and illustrated by my mom.

In a yellow house with blue shutters lived a girl named Audrey.

Audrey liked many things.

She liked eating strawberries.

She liked swinging and sliding.

She liked twirling round and round in the sun.

But there was one thing she liked to do more than anything else…

Audrey loved taking baths.

Audrey would find any excuse to take a bath.

If she was eating icecream…she would bite off the bottom of the sugar cone and let the gooey mess drip drop all over her.

If she was playing outside, she would find a mud puddle and jump and twirl through the muddy mess.

Her mother would just shake her head as she started the bath water.

She would sigh as she poured the bubbles into the tub.

She would smile knowingly as she placed Audrey in the water.

And once Audrey was in the water…well, that was when the magic would happen.

***

It all started the day Audrey came home from school covered in chocolate.

Her mother just shook her head with a small smile.

She went upstairs to start a bath, Audrey trailing behind her.

“I bought some new bubblebath to try,” she said to Audrey.

Audrey looked at the bottle. It was a pretty purple bottle with the smiling, happy faces of little bubbly kids on the outside.

It smelled like grape bubble gum.

Audrey’s mom poured it in the tub and bubbles instantly bounced all over the water.

Big, beautiful bubbles with all the colors of the rainbow dancing across their surface. .

“Hmm,” said Audrey’s mom. “These bubbles are thicker than usual.”

Audrey smiled in wonder as she held a bubble in her hand. It was thicker than a normal bubble.

Maybe it was her imagination, but Audrey could almost see something floating in the bubble. No, not floating, swimming.

Audrey gasped in surprise and looked at the bottle again.

The little, tiny something looked exactly like one of the bubbly kids on the bottle.

Smiling face, webbed feet and hands with bright yellow crowns on their heads.

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There was one in every bubble, all smiling, spinning and swimming around.

A smile spread over Audrey’s face. They were so cute, so tiny. Who were they? What were they doing in her bath?

In a squeaky voice, one of them spoke.

“Hello, Audrey! We are the Bubblebath Kids.”

“Bubblebath Kids?” she asked. “But where did you come from?”

Three bubbles bounced over to the edge of the tub and the kids in them pointed to the bottle of soap.

In a sing-song voice all of the Bubblebath Kids sang:

It’s magic kind of soap
It never runs dry
We’ll always be here
When the water reappears

And when the water drains
We all enjoy the ride
We jump and splash and play
But we never go away

Audrey looked at the bottle. The smiling faces that had been there just a few moments ago, had all disappeared.

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“Wow,” she said in awe.

The Bubblebath Kids all laughed…a tinkling, jingly, bell-like sound.

“We are going to have lots of fun together, Audrey!”

The very next day, Audrey and her mom made cookies. Sugar cookies with sticky icing.

They got the recipe from a cookbook called Kids’ Treats. 

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First, Audrey made a fantastic mess with the cookie cutters.

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Then, she got flour all over the counters and floor.

When it was time to add sugar, butter and food coloring…Audrey turned into a sticky pink and blue monster. She was covered head to toe in flour, sugar and food coloring.

While the cookies baked, Audrey and her mom headed up to the bathroom to clean up.

When her mom went to get a wash cloth, the Bubble Bath kids bounced to the surface with jingling laughter.

“Oh Audrey! What a wonderful mess you are!”

The water was already turning a light shade of green as the food coloring washed off.

They splashed and splished and sploshed until Audrey was squeaky clean.

“What were you laughing about?” asked her mom as she handed Audrey a towel.

“I was playing with my new friends,” Audrey replied.

“Oh,” her mom said with a twinkle in her eye. “And who are they?”

Audrey pointed to the pictures on the bottle. “They come alive when you put the soap in the water.”

“Ah. And what are their names?”

“The Bubblebath Kids!”

 

 

 

 

 

The Workshop: Day 1

I signed up for a two-day workshop about a month ago – Writing and Publishing a Children’s Book.

I wasn’t sure what to expect that first day. I’d never been to a writing workshop before.

I came prepared and ready to learn with my notebook and a folder with a few of my stories from Joe the Bug Hunter, Adventures in Homesteading, Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids and Mischief Makers.

There were 7 of us in total, including the instructor, Dawn Malone. As an icebreaker we all shared what had brought us to the workshop.

We were all at different stages in our lives, careers and writing. We were there to learn more about what inspires writing, the writing process and, of course, how to get published.

Next, Dawn went through all of the formats for publishing children’s literature: magazine stories, board books, easy readers for the beginning reader, chapter books, middle grade novels, young adult and picture books–the format I want to focus on.

Then we talked about what inspires us to write and Dawn said something that hit me.

People always say to ‘write what you know’, but that can be limiting and should be expanded to ‘write what you know and what you are interested in’.

By writing what interests you, you learn and grow both as a person and as an writer.

For example, the main character in Joe the Bug Hunter is based on my son and his interest in bugs. I don’t know a much about bugs, but I have endless material to use because I am interested in learning how to rid my garden of all pests. Extremely interested.

Story ideas can also come from childhood memories. The characters in Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids, for instance, are based on the imaginary friends I had when I was 6.

Inspiration can come from themes other authors have covered, present experiences and observation of others.

Nim and Lil were inspired by the Elf on the Shelf and the fun my kids had discovering their tricks every morning in December.

And, the stories of the mice in Adventures in Homesteading all sparked from the sight of a little mouse tail in my garage.

When the workshop ended for the day, I couldn’t believe three and a half hours had already passed. I was brimming with all of the exciting new knowledge I had gained in that short window of time.

As I climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, Ray asked me how it went. I smiled, overflowing with excitement and told him all about it.

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Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids: A Clean Mess

Audrey wanted to do something nice for her mom.

She’d been making some dreadful messes lately.

One day, she’d found a can of silly string and sprayed it all over her bedroom, making sure to get most of it in her hair.

Another time, she’d pulled the flour canister down from the counter and scattered it all over the floor and made “snow angels”.

And the other day, she’d tried to make chocolate milk with cocoa powder and sugar.

Not only did she make a mess of the counter, she’d managed to spill a whole gallon of milk, half the cocoa powder and most of the sugar in the canister all over the kitchen floor.

The kitchen had been a milky, sticky, chocolatey disaster.

She had a pretty patient mom, but by the third mess, she had had enough.

“Audrey, could you please try to be more careful?” she had asked.

So after breakfast, when her mom was getting ready for the day, Audrey decided to do the dishes. Thinking it would be a nice surprise for her mom.

She went to the bathroom to get her special bottle of soap, thinking that her friends, the Bubblebath Kids, would enjoy helping her.

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When Audrey had poured quite a bit of soap into the warm water and all over the dirty dishes, the Bubblebath Kids bounced to the surface giggling in delight.

“There are so many of you!” Audrey exclaimed, never having seen such a crowd of kids at once.

They laughed and said, “Well, usually your mom only squirts a little bit in the tub. You’ve poured in half the bottle!”

Audrey laughed as she watched more and more Bubblebath Kids pop to the surface of the water.

Her giggles soon stopped as the bubbles grew and spread across the counter and onto the floor.

“Audrey!” squeaked one of the kids. “Turn the water off!”

She snapped out of the daze she was in and quickly turned the water off, but the bubbles just wouldn’t stop spreading.

“Oh no!” she cried. “Now I’ve made a bigger mess. And I was only trying to do something nice for Mom!”

“Don’t worry Audrey, we’ll help! We always do!” they all sang at once.

Then the kids began to pop out of their bubbles and clean up the wreckage.

When the dishes were finished and the kitchen was sparkling, the Bubblebath Kids turned to look at Audrey. They smiled and said, “See you upstairs soon!”

Audrey looked down at her pajamas. Syrup and bits of pancake covered her pajamas and face. Her hands, having just been soaked in soapy water, were the only clean part of her.

As Audrey’s mom walked back into the kitchen, the last of the kids slid into the bottle of bubblebath.

“Audrey! What a lovely surprise! Thank you very much!” her mom joyfully exclaimed.

Smiling, Audrey picked up the bottle of soap

“Mom, can I take a bath now?”

Feet First

With some encouragement from family and friends, I’ve decided to look into getting some of my stories published.

In looking back through all I’ve written over the past two years, I’ve found that I’ve built quite an extensive portfolio: Joe the Bug Hunter, Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids, Adventures in Homesteading and Mischief Makers plus all of the kooky poetry and haikus I’ve composed on gardening.

So why not give it a go?

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I’m just in the beginning stages of research, but so far I’ve found that there are two main options for publishing a book: self-publishing and traditional publishing.

In researching the traditional method, the common theme is that it takes time and patience…and a thick skin.

First, you have to find an agent, which takes time.

Once that’s done, the agent will want to revise your book before showing editors and publishing houses, which takes more time.

If said agent finds an editor willing to buy your book, you’re in for another round (or several rounds) of revisions before the book even goes into production. And then you may not even recognize the story as the one you initially wrote. The whole process could be a horrible experience…or a wonderful one. Which takes even more time.

In all, it could be a year or more before your precious book is published, and then…what if no one buys it? Or worse…it gets a really bad review?

On the flip side, going the traditional route has its benefits.

If the book gets picked up, you’ll have editors, an illustrator, a printer, distributor and promoters, plus a nice up-front payment. It may take a few years, but if the book is a success you’ll start receiving royalties and have only paid with your time and tears.

Then there is the self-publishing route. It’s the same steps as the traditional route, but you have to pay up front for editing, illustrating, producing, promoting, printing and distributing the book.

You, the author, also have more control over the book and content. No one can tell you to cut a scene you feel is integral to the storyline. But, as a stay-at-home mom, novice blogger, budding gardener and beginning writer…do I really have the time, money and energy it takes to self-publish with any success?

I don’t want to dip my toes in the water, I want to jump in with both feet and I’d like a guide (in the form of a nice agent) to help me on my journey.

On the other hand, I don’t want to limit myself to just one storyline, one editor or one publisher “guide”.

I want to keep writing and putting more content out there for feedback.

Then I realized, I don’t want to do traditional publishing or self-publishing…at least not right now.

I’m already putting my content out there. It’s on this blog. I share it on Facebook. And, some of my readers are kind enough to share my blog with others.

I’m getting feedback all the time. The next step is to start networking and sharing with other aspiring authors–gaining insight from their experience, giving and getting feedback in writing forums.

I don’t need to limit myself to one path right now. I’m not a professional author and my stories, while think are good, are far from polished.

For right now, I’m going to continue writing all of the stories that are racing through my mind. I’m going to be happy that I’ve found the writing bug again…that my creativity and imagination continue to flow.

I’m not going to limit myself and pull my focus away from doing what I enjoy…but I am going to start having the confidence to promote my stories and treat my writing as an art rather than just a hobby.

Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids: Mud Monday

Audrey sat looking out the window with a smile on her face.

Rain pitter-pattered on the glass.

It splooshed and splashed.

Audrey waited patiently for it to stop so she could go outside and play.

As soon as it stopped, Audrey grabbed her raincoat and raced outside.

She jumped in a puddle with both feet.

She ran around kicking water and mud, splattering it on her pants, coat and face.

Getting it everywhere.

She was just about to make a mud angel when her mom came outside.

“Audrey!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“I’m playing, Mommy.”

Instead of getting upset, Audrey’s mom smiled.

Instead of getting angry, Audrey’s mom laughed.

“Oh Audrey,” she sighed. “Let’s go inside, clean you up and make a mud pie.”

***

Bubbly giggles came from the bathtub.

The Bubblebath Kids were busy swirling and whirling around Audrey, washing away all the mud and grime.

“The messier the better, Audrey!”

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Audrey laughed, sloshing water out of the tub.

“Ok kids! Mom and I are going to make a mud pie,” Audrey told them.

“Tee-hee,” the Bubblebath Kids chortled, knowing that Audrey would be back soon.

Hair still dripping, Audrey bounced down the steps and into the kitchen where her mom was getting ingredients out for the mud pie.

“First, we need a package of instant chocolate pudding,” she said.

“Next, a cup and a half of milk, 2 cups of thawed Cool Whip and a chocolate pie crust.”

Audrey’s stomach growled as her mom mixed the milk and pudding together.

She waited patiently. The two minutes it took seemed to last for hours.

Finally, Audrey’s mom stirred the Cool Whip into the mix and handed Audrey the spoon to lick.

She used a clean spoon to spread the rest of the Cool Whip over the top of the pie and then placed it in the fridge.

“There. Now we wait a few hours,” she said, turning to Audrey and grinning at the sight of her. She had the spoon and bowl in either hand and her face, arms and hair was coated in chocolate and cream.

“Looks like you need another bath!”

Audrey raced up the stairs, beaming with excitement.

The Bubblebath Kids bobbed to the surface, beaming.

“We knew you’d be back soon!” they sang, smiling wide.

 

Audrey and the Bubble Bath Kids

In a yellow house with blue shutters lived a girl named Audrey.

Audrey liked many things.

She liked eating strawberries.

She liked swinging and sliding.

She liked twirling round and round in the sun.

But there was one thing she liked to do more than anything else…

Audrey loved taking baths.

Audrey would find any excuse to take a bath.

If she was eating icecream…she would bite off the bottom of the sugar cone and let the gooey mess drip drop all over her.

If she was playing outside, she would find a mud puddle and jump and twirl through the muddy mess.

Her mother would just shake her head as she started the bath water.

She would sigh as she poured the bubbles into the tub.

She would smile knowingly as she placed Audrey in the water.

And once Audrey was in the water…well, that was when the magic would happen.

***

It all started the day Audrey came home from school covered in chocolate.

Her mother just shook her head with a small smile.

She went upstairs to start a bath, Audrey trailing behind her.

“I bought some new bubblebath to try,” she said to Audrey.

Audrey looked at the bottle. It was a pretty purple bottle with the smiling, happy faces of little bubbly kids on the outside.

It smelled like grape bubble gum.

Audrey’s mom poured it in the tub and bubbles instantly bounced all over the water.

Big, beautiful bubbles with all the colors of the rainbow dancing across their surface. .

“Hmm,” said Audrey’s mom. “These bubbles are thicker than usual.”

Audrey smiled in wonder as she held a bubble in her hand. It was thicker than a normal bubble.

Maybe it was her imagination, but Audrey could almost see something floating in the bubble. No, not floating, swimming.

Audrey gasped in surprise and looked at the bottle again.

The little, tiny something looked exactly like one of the bubbly kids on the bottle.

Smiling face, webbed feet and hands with bright yellow crowns on their heads.

wpid-img_0833.jpg

There was one in every bubble, all smiling, spinning and swimming around.

A smile spread over Audrey’s face. They were so cute, so tiny. Who were they? What were they doing in her bath?

In a squeaky voice, one of them spoke.

“Hello, Audrey! We are the Bubblebath Kids.”

“Bubblebath Kids?” she asked. “But where did you come from?”

Three bubbles bounced over to the edge of the tub and the kids in them pointed to the bottle of soap.

In a sing-song voice all of the Bubblebath Kids sang:

It’s magic kind of soap
It never runs dry
We’ll always be here
When the water reappears

And when the water drains
We all enjoy the ride
We jump and splash and play
But we never go away

Audrey looked at the bottle. The smiling faces that had been there just a few moments ago, had all disappeared.

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“Wow,” she said in awe.

The Bubblebath Kids all laughed…a tinkling, jingly, bell-like sound.

“We are going to have lots of fun together, Audrey!”

The very next day, Audrey and her mom made cookies. Sugar cookies with sticky icing.

They got the recipe from a cookbook called Kids’ Treats. 

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First, Audrey made a fantastic mess with the cookie cutters.

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Then, she got flour all over the counters and floor.

When it was time to add sugar, butter and food coloring…Audrey turned into a sticky pink and blue monster. She was covered head to toe in flour, sugar and food coloring.

While the cookies baked, Audrey and her mom headed up to the bathroom to clean up.

When her mom went to get a wash cloth, the Bubble Bath kids bounced to the surface with jingling laughter.

“Oh Audrey! What a wonderful mess you are!”

The water was already turning a light shade of green as the food coloring washed off.

They splashed and splished and sploshed until Audrey was squeaky clean.

“What were you laughing about?” asked her mom as she handed Audrey a towel.

“I was playing with my new friends,” Audrey replied.

“Oh,” her mom said with a twinkle in her eye. “And who are they?”

Audrey pointed to the pictures on the bottle. “They come alive when you put the soap in the water.”

“Ah. And what are their names?”

“The Bubblebath Kids!”

 

 

 

 

 

Audrey and the Bubble Bath Kids: An Introduction

In a yellow house with blue shutters lived a girl named Audrey.

Audrey liked many things.

She liked eating strawberries.

She liked swinging and sliding.

She liked twirling round and round in the sun.

But there was one thing she liked to do more than anything else…

Audrey loved taking baths.

Audrey would find any excuse to take a bath.

If she was eating icecream…she would bite off the bottom of the sugar cone and let the gooey mess drip drop all over her.

If she was playing outside, she would find a mud puddle and splish splash through the dirty mess.

Her mother would just shake her head as she started the bath water.

She would sigh as she poured the bubbles into the tub.

She would smile knowingly as she placed Audrey in the water.

And once Audrey was in the water…well, that was when the magic would happen.

For in the bathtub lived the Bubblebath Kids.

To be continued…