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Title: THE PERILOUS JOURNEY OF
THE NOT-SO-INNOCUOUS GIRL
Publication date: March 17, 2015
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Leigh Statham
Lady Marguerite lives a life most 17th century French girls can only dream of: Money, designer dresses, suitors and a secure future. Except, she suspects her heart may be falling for her best friend Claude, a common smithie in the family’s steam forge. When Claude leaves for New France in search of a better life, Marguerite decides to follow him and test her suspicions of love. Only the trip proves to be more harrowing than she anticipated. Love, adventure and restitution await her, if she can survive the voyage.
A Day in the Life of Leigh Statham
6am - Alarm goes off reminding me it's time to get up and go running. But it's an inhuman 25 degrees outside so I throw it across the room and go back to sleep.
6:15 am - Toddler pounces on me with soggy PJ's. "Good morning, Mommy! I missed you so much!"
6:16 am - Throw child in tub, pee stained quilt in washer, start reading email on phone through blurry squinty eyes.
6:45 - Feed and dress toddler, get other kids up. Feed other kids. Make sure chickens are fed, dog is fed, cats are fed, dog is walked, poop is picked up out of neighbor's yard.
7am - Send hubby and oldest off to work/school.
7:01 am - Run screaming out the door with (insert random forgotten item here).
7:15 am - Wash dishes while other kids get ready. (We hates washing dishes at night, my precious.)
7:30 am - Rescue batman from dog's jaws, rescue oldest's kindle from hands of toddler. Console both with treats. Take toddler to preschool.
8 am - Start home school with middle kids. English, Writing, French, History, SNACK!! Woohoo!!
11am - Realize Snack break lasted a full hour. Gather everyone back up and finish with a writing assignment.
12 noon - LUNCH!! Woohoo!! Let big kids feed themselves. (We call this Home Ec). Rescue batman from dog. Rescue toddler from Preschool.
2pm - Realize lunch has been going on for two hours. Gather children from various hiding places and finish up school. Sit at computer to do some social media marketing and book research while kids do independent math studies.
3:30pm - SNACK TIME!!! Realize you've been on twitter trying to get @WillWheaton's attention for the past hour. (Whoops) Kids are nowhere to be seen. Batman is now decapitated. Scold dog then feel guilty. Give dog a treat. (It's your fault batman died. You weren't paying attention!)
4 pm - Turn everyone loose outside to play - It's actually warm!
- Turn everyone loose with an electronic device - it's still colder than hell outside!
Try to get some writing done.
4:45 pm - Start making dinner while listening to latest hot new YA book on phone with headphones. (I'm going to ignore that loud crash I just heard, cause I'm not sure if I actually heard it or not.) Welcome oldest home.
5 pm - Rescue Barbie from dog. Feed kids. Visit with the chickens and cats, get the mail. Realize I am standing at the end of my driveway reading Better Homes and Gardens in my jammies, headphones still on as hubby pulls up.
6pm - Feed husband, rescue Barbie, lock up chickens, feed cats again, feed dog, bathe anyone else who is dirty. All with headphones on.
7pm - Read with kids. (Headphones off.) Tuck littlest one in bed. (I will miss you, Mommy!) and send the others for quiet reading time in their rooms. (This time will rarely be quiet, but I keep hoping.)
8pm - Sit down to write.
9 pm - Realize I've been on Facebook clicking "LIKE"on all the stupid cat memes for the past hour instead of writing. Really going to write now.
10 pm - One chapter finished. @WillWheaton retweeted me (YES!) Cat memes successfully avoided. Head to bed.
10:30pm - Still heading to bed. (Toys all over the floor, must pick up) Still heading to bed, (all the lights are on in the house, wtf?) Still heading to bed, (Ew! Who didn't flush this toilet? I better just clean it.) Still heading to bed. (I REFUSE TO DO THE DISHES!!!)
11 pm - Staring at bed. Realize quilt is still in the washing machine, soaking wet. Throw in dryer.
11:15 pm - In bed with quilt stolen from kid who throws it on the floor every night anyway, watching cat videos. Thinking about the ridiculousness of chicken sweaters and wondering how hard it would be to knit one. Harassing @WilliamShatner on twitter. Wondering if it's worth $80 to get his signature on my Captain Kirk barbie doll. Listen to more of YA book while playing Peggle Blast and Candy Crush (SIMULTANEOUSLY!)
Midnight - Lights off. Alarm set. I really need to go running in the morning.
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About the Author
Leigh Statham was raised in the wilds of rural Idaho, but found her heart in New York City. She worked as a waitress, maid, artist, math teacher, nurse, web designer, art director, thirty-foot inflatable pig and mule wrangler before she settled down in the semi-quiet role of wife, mother and writer. She resides in North Carolina with her husband, four children, five chickens and two suspected serial killer cats. If the air is cool and the sun is just coming up over the horizon, you can find her running the streets of her small town, plotting her next novel with the sort of intensity that will one day get her hit by a car.
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