imagination & no updates

It's rather surreal.

Most times I'm so caught up in my everyday life that I forget the fact that I have published one book and that I'm in the process of publishing another. It's surreal when I stop and think about it. It's surreal looking at Ain't We Got Fun's beautiful cover. It's surreal. But it's real.

I'm itching to write another novel. Flash fiction only suits me but so often. I want to get caught up in another story. There's one that begs to be written, set in the War of 1812. There's this fellow named Jem Halcott. He has many siblings. He lost his father. And he's good friends with Francis Scott Key.

I mentioned the other day that I long to write a book set in the 40's. I want to write a book from the home front of the States. I want to write about a girl with a normal life. Not a spy. Not an English girl in the midst of the bombings. Not a Norwegian hero. No, I want to write the sort of life I would have had I been young during the Second World War. My brother would probably be drafted right now. He would probably be heading off to training camp, or worse, to the front lines. Many of my guy friends and honorary brothers would be doing the same. That's a scary thought. Many of my girl friends would have brothers and cousins and uncles and sweethearts sent off to fight the Nazis. And I know not all of them would come back alive.

You see, just imagining your life being set in another era can not only give you a whole new perspective on how you live, but it can easily stoke the proverbial flames of imagination and plotting.

Stories come to life.

All that to say, I wish I had more updates on my current writing state. I don't. But I can assure you that I want to write. And where there's a will, there's a way.

Anyway, Bess and Tom will be coming to you shortly. Ain't We Got Fun releases a month from Saturday.

*accidentally sets off too many fireworks and blows up the sky*

COVER REVEAL | ain't we got fun

Today is a momentous occasion. It has been 3 months and 13 days since we posted the first Ain't We Got Fun letter. Gi and Bess have grown into practically real people to me and Em. Also, it's a Monday, which means there's a whole week ahead of us. It's the 13th, and 13 is Taylor Swift's lucky number. (Who says 13 is unlucky? I say it's unique. Sorta like eleventy-one and thirty-three.) It's also been Spring for awhile. That's special. The sky might be blue where you are. That's also special.

Okay, I'm stalling. I feel like I should blindfold you and then BAM. Unblindfold you and reveal this beautiful cover.

I can't do that, though.

Maybe we should count down?

10 . . .

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Okay, this is silly. Let me present to you . . .

1935 :: It was never much of an issue for Bess: living contentedly on her family's farm, despite the Depression which loomed around them. But when her older sister Georgiana takes off to New York City to make a fortune and help Papa out, feelings of adventure and wanderlust strike Bess at home. Through their lively letter correspondence, the sisters recount to one another their adventures, surprises, and heartaches, leaving little room for depression. For in a world of such wonder, ain't we got fun?

Isn't it gorgeous? I'm in love.


You can now add it on Goodreads, and don't forget to spread the word! Em and I are already brainstorming a fabulous giveaway package for its release . . . ^.^

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P.S. Thank you so much to all who helped with this reveal. You are The Best.

ain't we got fun extras | beautiful people

linking up to beautiful people


I kicked the table legs impatiently. "You ready yet?"

"In a moment," Will replied, lifting his eyes for a brief second to give me his signature teasing look. Foul man. Then his eyes fell back on his paper, and he continued writing meticulously.

I sighed, crossing my arms. His wedding band glittered as it caught the sunlight, and I still couldn't hold back a grin from seeing it. Something about the word "brother-in-law" crowned his dark head perfectly.

Finally, Will looked up. "Alright. Question number one on the article titled "Sisterly Relationships: Perspective Two"... What--"

"That's a stupid title," I interrupted, crossed from having to sit in the hot kitchen for so long.

Will rolled his eyes, ignoring me. "Question number one: What is the first memory you have of Gi?"

I bit my lip, thinking. Then I said, "I think I was a baby. No, I was definitely a baby. She was dangling something over my cradle, and I was trying to catch it. Then, when I did catch it, it moved and frightened me. That is why I am now terrified of snakes."

Will looked at me in a sort of disgusted disbelief. "My wife would never touch a snake," he said positively.

"She did when she was little. She was quite the tomboy, I'm afraid." I turned up my chin. Then I said, "Next question, please."

Will shook his head, scribbling down my answer on his paper. Then he said, "Describe your relationship in three words."

I thought for a moment. In fact, I thought for so long two flies flew in the open window and one flew back out. Then I said slowly, "Loving. Exciting. Fun."

"Very interesting," Will breathed dramatically, teasing me. He scribbled them down--much quicker than when he had written out the questions, I noted crossly. Then he asked me, "What kinds of things do you like to do together?"

"Bake, go on walks, talk a lot, tease each other, irritate each other, sigh over Laurie Laurence--" Tom's face popped into my head, and I missed him. "--and we like to compete at being the best raiser of Donny. I think I'm winning, considering I'm the only one who lives with him now. Someone stole Gi away."

"The brute," Will shook his head, grinning. Then he asked softly, "Hear from Tom much?"

I bit my lip, my eyes welling up. "Not much. He says not to worry. He said to let him do the worrying." I looked at Will. "He knows that never works."

Will nodded, reaching out to squeeze my hand. "You know we're here for you, Bessie," he said softly. "I've been praying for his safety."

"Me too." I took a deep breath, twisting my empty ring finger. Wars last a long time.

Then Will tapped the table with his pencil, saying, "Next question. When was your biggest fight?"

"November of 1934," I said instantly, a slight smile flaring up on my face. "She told me her secret plans to move to New York and make a fortune. I insisted she tell Mama and Papa. She refused. I told her I would tell them. She pinned me to the floor and made me promise I wouldn't. We wouldn't speak to each other for a week." I laughed a little. "She's fierce."

Will chuckled. "Don't I know it."

The next question was this: "How far would you go to save her?"

I hesitated only a second before saying, "I would die for her."

Will paused, his pencil in the air. "Really?"

"Yeah," I said. "It would be an impulsive thing, and I'd probably be dead before I had a chance to worry or reconsider."

Will nodded. "I believe it," he said and wrote down my answer. "What are your pet peeves about her?"

This didn't take long for me to answer. "She's too impulsive, she's too wild, she doesn't think before she speaks, she encourages Donny's naughty side, she doesn't let Papa buy her peppermint sticks, she forgets to put yeast in the bread dough, she teases me mercilessly about Tom..." I paused, because I didn't necessarily mind that so much.

Will cut in, laughing. "That's enough answers, I guess. I'll let you know if I need more, though." He winked. Then he continued with, "What is your favorite thing about her?"

"My favorite thing?" I asked. "Can it be many favorite things?"

"'Fraid not." He grinned wickedly. "What's your favorite thing about her?"

I sighed, thinking. Then I said slowly, "She is loyal. She is very loyal."

Will's eyes softened, I noticed, as he bent to write that down. He's very much in love with his wife. Then he cleared his throat. "What traits do you share? Mannerisms, clothing, quirks, looks...?"

I pushed back my chair to go pour a glass of milk. "We both love Little Women," I said, as I opened the cabinet door. "We shared clothes and shoes until she moved out. Although, her dresses were always a little too big for me. We look alike in that our eyes are the same shape, albeit different colors, and we have the same nose. Our face shapes are similar, too. As for mannerisms, I'm not entirely sure. Answer that yourself. I'm sure you'd know more than me." I sat back down, sipping the cold milk.

Will laughed. "But the point of this interview is to compare your answers with Gi's. I can't answer them."

I waved my hand. "Next question, then."

"Who has the strongest personality?"

We looked at each other. "Gi," we said simultaneously. I laughed, wiping the milk off my lips.

"How has your relationship changed over the years?"

I leaned back in my chair. "We've grown closer," I said softly, "Even though we've moved apart. I love her more now than I ever did. We went through more together through letters than we did when we lived together. Funny how that works, ain't it?"

Will smiled, writing down what I had said. "Yeah," he said. Then he looked up. "Well, that's the end of this interview." He stood up, stuffing his papers under his arm and reaching across the table to shake my hand. "Thank you for your time, Miss Rowland. Or should I say, Mrs. James?"

I smiled painfully. "We aren't there yet, Mr. Reeves."

"Yeah, but you'll get there," he said, breaking his faux professional stance and wrapping me in a tight hug. "I know you will."

Ain't We Got Fun is releasing May 25, 2015!
(Check back here on April 13th for the cover reveal.)


AWGF cover reveal date

Most of you know that Emily Ann Putzke and I are publishing our novella Ain't We Got Fun. It doesn't seem like it's been three months since we posted that lovely little series on our blogs! It's definitely taken us farther than either of us expected! And I've got some pretty exciting news regarding it. Rachel Rossano has been putting together a gorgeous cover for it. And we're going to reveal it to y'all on . . .

April 13th!

But we need your help! To spread the news to as many people as possible, we need to know if y'all would like to participate with the cover reveal by posting the cover and book information on your blogs the same day. If you are interested, send me or Emily an email:

emilychapmanauthor AT gmail DOT com

authoremilyannputzke AT gmail DOT com

We can't wait to hear from you! And we seriously cannot wait to show y'all the cover. :) And like Em said, the perks to being a cover revealer is that you get to see the cover before the rest of the world...!