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J.A. Clarke Shares eMails To Her Son...

He is working in Ireland for two weeks, so I've been spending a lot more time with my sixteen-month old granddaughter. She's just learned to walk and is acquiring language at an amazing pace.

Me: "Let's go outside."
Sabrina: "Okay." (Runs over to the sliding door.)
"Boots, boots." (Getting them on her is a quite a challenge. She's hopping all over the place.)

Me: "Let's go for a walk."
Sabrina: "Okay. Coat." (Allows her coat to be put on and runs over to the front door.)

Me: "Look. It's raining.""

Sabrina: "Oh, no!"

Me: (Dumping blueberries on her lunch plate for the sixth time.) "There you go."
Sabrina: "Wow! Berries!"

Me: "One." (counting a blueberry).
Sabrina: "Two."

Me: "Two."
Sabrina: "Three."

Me: "Let's go up and read a book."
Sabrina: (Running over to the stairs) "Book, book. Stairs."

Sabrina: (Climbing the stairs on hands and knees.) "There you go." (I now realize I say that a lot to her and she's picked it up.)

Me: "Do you want to XXX?"
Sabrina: "No. Okay." (Her mother confesses to that one.)

We watched a hail storm from her window on Wednesday. The ground was covered in white. She was fascinated and immediately learned the word "hail". Forget pre-school, she'll know everything by the time she's two.

Yesterday, Sabrina woke up from her nap, chose her clothes and allowed her diaper to be changed. She took a while coming down the stairs on her butt, but eventually made it safely, although a couple of times it looked like she was about to launch herself.

Enjoyed a lunch of egg, ham and spinach scramble.

Fought the application of sunscreen a bit, but allowed socks, shoes and hat to be donned when informed we were going outside for a walk.

On the first truly nice day in Spring, our walk was noisy, as it seemed every other neighbor was out mowing their lawn. It was hard to listen for birds (a favorite activity), but we spotted several planes. We admired all the blooming flowers, woofed at several dogs and stopped at the school to watch the kids play ball.

Back home, we had a little play time in the living room. She easily identified colors, fed her "baby" with the milk bottle, put her "baby" to bed with the lace blanket, after cleaning the floor with it, and searched for rings to place on the riding unicorn's horn.

After snack, we trekked outside to rearrange Mom's garden. While I weeded, Sabrina filled the watering can with yard debris, decided the onions and lavender needed more dirt, found fascinating twigs to talk to and destroy, discovered rocks and stones, several of which were "eggs", whipped the onions gently with a small branch (to encourage them to grow, perhaps?) and stroked the thyme with one hand while sniffing the fingers of her other hand.

Back in the house, we barely had time to clean up before Mom came home to a sweaty daughter.

The things very young children do and say can be a constant source of amusement and fascination, but also an endless inspiration for writers. I love incorporating children as secondary characters into my writing. They'll often send the hero and/or heroine off in a very different direction than I, as a writer, initially intended. My book, Safe Harbor, features two such characters.

J.A. Clarke delights her readers with both contemporary romance and futuristic/science fiction romance. We find it difficult to choose which we want to read, because they are all delightfully sensuous, totally entertaining stories. Many of them include children, acting like kids do, which adds some chuckles and a sentimental "Aww!" or three. Two good examples are Safe Harbor and Shades of Deception (http://www.uncialpress.com/shades-of-deception.html).

Shades of Deception

Safe Harbor

Safe Harbor addresses an all-too-common disaster, a stolen identity. Adding insult to injury, her rent check bounces, her bank account is drained, and her credit record is trashed. When a handsome stranger with a wacky housekeeper, a moonlighting lawyer, a couple of rambunctious nephews and a gorgeous ex-girlfriend come to her rescue, she's not quite sure whether he's her worst enemy or the answer to her dreams.

In Shades of Deception, Jarek knows the klutzy--but sexy--visitor to The Simjul Research Institute is lying about almost everything. Is Syl a total ditz, or is she an industrial spy? Her amateur attempts to steal a rare plant specimen almost convince him she's harmless. Or is it all an act? Maybe his heart is at risk, and not the object of his research...

The trees are lush with leaves and the days are long. It's almost summer here in the Northern Hemisphere. We're looking forward to long, lay afternoons with time to enjoy our favorite ebooks.

And wishing the same for you...

Star & Jude