Roller Coaster Ride, Breathe

Wow, what a week it’s been. Week as in 7 day period, not Sun-Sat. On Thursday, Nathan Bransford requested a partial on my manuscript. Then my son was up most of the night complaining his ear hurt. Took him to the doc Friday. Yep, bad ear infection. She gave him some antibiotics. I came home and got my manuscript ready for Firefox News (I had been advised to post it Monday) and sent my partial off to Mr. Bransford. On Saturday, my little boy started having a (scary looking) reaction to said antibiotics. Had to call the on-call doctor. On Monday morning, my aunt and uncle were in a bad car crash and had to be life-flighted to Hermann hospital (they are both doing more or less okay now). There was a technical difficulty posting my Firefox story (“The Kingsnake Killing”). On Tuesday, I reformatted my story, re-sent it and it posted fine. Took my son back to the regular doc and his ear was clear and the reaction had stopped. Came home to find a rejection from Mr. Bransford (disappointed, but not entirely surprised; looking at his list, I thought it was odd he had been recommended to me). Then a cold front came in and dropped temperatures from 75 to 50. Today I got my weekly submission out and then discovered three tiny monarch caterpillars on some milkweed I had brought it out of the cold.
I did finish reading Breathe (Cliff McNish) last week. It, too, had multiple POVs. The suspense was very well done. The basic plot is that a boy (whose father has just died from a heart attack) and his mother move into a very old house. There are five ghosts in the house – four children and one Ghost Mother. The ghosts are not one big happy family. When we first meet the Ghost Mother and then her daughter, Isabella (who exists happily on the other side, not in the house) a few things seem obvious. But as the story goes on, revealing their story bit by bit, what seemed so obvious…didn’t really happen at all. It is a story about courage and redemption. The only bone I had to pick was about the Nightmare Passage (something more or less equivalent to Hell). Souls who were not taken to the other side by their loved ones ended up there, sooner or later. It was an integral part of the story, particularly the ending; but, because it was so closely analogous to something that has centuries’ worth of mythos built up around it, I found myself thinking, “But wait! That’s not how…” many times. I’m not sure how he could have done it differently and still got to the same place at the end, however. Still, I recommend it.