Just beyond my reach…

Good thing God can bridge the gap.

I’m developing characters for my next project.  I operate under the belief that my characters have to be about 80% developed before I can begin writing.  That way they tell most of the story and make my job easy, and there is still a 20% room for addition and improvement.  But you didn’t click on this for a how-to lesson.

Here’s where I fall short.  One of the characters in my next project is an Angel, maybe the most famous Angel (not baseball, the celestial kind).  How do I transform a character beyond our comprehension into a relatable and believable character?!  Don’t answer that.  I need to find the answer on my own (or with God’s inspirations).  But still!  How am I supposed to successfully present something so mysterious, with some sort of accuracy, that isn’t going to have Biblical scholars sending me you’re-an-idiot mail?

I had an illustrator get angry with me once.  I wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not.  I’m still not sure.  I wrote a children’s book that called for a depiction of Heaven.  She hit me and asked me how on earth she was supposed to do that with any justice.  I don’t know.  But she did it.

I think, if you are trying to write a message from God’s word, if you let him be a part of it, it will come out right.  I know I can’t do it.  Seriously.  So I need some help.  From the guy who wrote the first edition.

What’s God’s cell number….

Gotta fight for it…

For a week now, I have been waking up in the mornings and saying to myself “Today, I am working on THE PROJECT.”  For a week now, I have been going to sleep at night saying to myself, “Why didn’t I work on THE PROJECT?”

Life.  It gets in the way.  Or at least that’s what I tell myself.  Then Dana will remind me that I have to prioritize and make my writing part of my life instead of the hobby in addition to life.

SO, tonight, I will be working on THE PROJECT.  Yes, it is that important and I have to put it in all caps.  I’ve never been as excited about an idea as I am this one.  It will have an impact on society and be a breakthrough in Christian historical fiction.  I think I have all of my main characters thought up, at least to the point of knowing their roles.  There is a lot of development left to be done, but I’m ready to start a little plot mapping.

It’s like the first rip of the wrapping paper on Christmas morning, and the extremely satisfying sound it makes.  Very exciting.  It’s going to be a fun ride.  It’s going to make some people mad, but EVERYTHING makes SOMEBODY mad.  I already know what their anger will be directed at, and I don’t care.  It’s petty in relationship to the point of the story.

We all need to set goals and say them out loud… so somebody else can hear them.  Accountability.  So here it is.  I am going to be a best seller or at least have the contract in place that leads me there by my 40th birthday.  That’s only two years, five months and one day away.

I better get moving.

Local Author Review – Christopher McCullah

I know a number of my stalkers/fans like to support local authors, so here’s one to add to your list.  Christopher McCullah is a friend and fellow Bakersfielder, -ian, -ite, or whatever you call people from Bakersfield (just don’t call us rednecks–Jay Leno, I’m talking to you).

I just finished reading A Sense of Gina, McCullah’s first published novel, and he’s definitely got a unique slant in his style that sets him apart from most other authors (I guess that’s the definition of unique.  I’m tired and half my family is sick.  Forgive my redundancy, and then forgive my skewed laziness that lead me to a more labor intensive explanation of my redundancy than it would have been to go back and edit it.  Leave me alone.  I need a shower).

This is the story of Gina Schubert, a small down girl with small town dreams and a gentle spirit.  She is a bright, young and budding teenager gently flowing through life like a mountain stream; until her path is altered, sometimes violently and often surprisingly, by the cruel impositions of selfish world.  We find Gina in places we would never expect to find her, and quite frankly in places she never expected either.

Gina’s life is told in a series of stories, childhood through motherhood, from the point of view of the people closest to her at every stage.  What better way is there to get to know someone?  But there is still a degree of mystery lingering in Gina’s life, even to her until the very end. 

McCullah paints a great picture of Gina, with fast paced action and heartfelt emotion indicative of a writer who has experienced both.  If you like books that aren’t afraid to explore the deep emotions at both extremes, and that give you real and raw portrayals of life, pick up a copy of A Sense of Gina.

And support us starving local authors.    Click on the cover photo and order it.

And now back to writing

This blog, hijacked by us in China for the purpose of chronicling our adoption adventures, will now return to normally scheduled programming, sharing the exciting ins and outs of being (trying to be) a successful author.  If you want to follow Irijah’s continued story, as well as the fun antics of raising five kids, check out the new blog, www.parenting501.wordpress.com.

Tonight…  I write.  It’s the greatest story ever told, retold.  You’re going to love it.

China Journal – Homecoming

We made it, in spite of typhoon conditions in Guangzhou on
the day of our departure.  We spent most of our last day in China in the hotel room, as the sub-tropical climate turned sub-marine.  Raindrops the size of Shaquille O’Neal fell from the sky for most of the day.  At 4:30pm (China Time) the bellhop collected our luggage and we checked out of our room, waiting one last time to meet Simon in the lobby.  He picked us up at 5:00 and we headed for the airport, taking one last drive through Guangzhou.  I will miss being there.  I miss the exploring and the learning.  In the back of my mind I knew; as much as I would like to return one day, the odds are in favor of this trip being the last.  So as much as I wanted to be on that plane heading home, there was a side order of sadness to go along with my desire to leave.

We got to the airport and through security with ease, saying
goodbye and thank you to Simon.  The trip would not have been the same without him and we are so grateful to have had his
service and friendship.  We had an hour and a half to wait until boarding, and the tough dining decision between two over-priced airport cafés.  We chose the second one we came to, simply because we didn’t feel like walking all the way back to the other end of the terminal. We met one of our Nanning families and discovered they were on the same flight to Los Angeles, though they also had a connector to Phoenix after that.  In a plane of 250 people, we would all (the adoption group) end up sitting next to each other.  Boarding began late, which seems to be standard operating procedure for China Southern.  I was happy to be on the plane, but not looking forward to the overnight flight, trying to sleep in a number of awkwardly contorted positions with Irijah in between Jill and me.  But it’s all part of the price to be paid to complete the journey.  I slept
for a few hours (sort of), dreaming of my big soft bed at home.

I happened to wake up as we were flying over Tokyo, and the
sprawl of the city lit up at night was amazing, even from 30,000 feet.  It felt a little weird to realize that the only other time I have seen this particular view was from bombardier sites in World War II movies.  We didn’t drop anything.

After my largest chunk of sleep (about three hours), we were
over the Pacific, somewhere south of Alaska. I know that doesn’t narrow down the location much, but the flight path was a northerly route over the pacific, never straying too far from land.  On our way to China, we could actually SEE Alaska.  I didn’t see land on this return flight until we were passing San Francisco. It was tough to do, but I spotted the Golden Gate Bridge.  As far away as that is from Bakersfield, it was still an amazing sense of “I’m home.” I didn’t remove my face from is position, stuck to the window, until we landed.  I wanted to pick out all the locations and landmarks of home that I could find.  I even got photos of Bakersfield from the air, before flying over the Grapevine, Magic Mountain and Downtown Los Angeles.  We made the U-turn for final approach at LAX, and I finally felt like the five-year journey was actually going to be completed.  We were landing with our son.

Like a cattle drive, we were ushered to the customs and
immigration counters, where the Customs officers treated us very well.  I think it’s because they were tired of telling the Chinese visitors to wait their turn, and they appreciated that we
followed easy instructions.  Maybe it was just this tired group of Chinese people, but they didn’t seem to care much for “be patient and wait until I call the next in line.”  After the first officer reviewed our arrival card and passports, we were directed to the “New Immigrants” line.  There was nobody in it, which was a welcome sight.  The officer at that window took
our paperwork and said “go collect your luggage and come back.”  We expected some sort of sit-down and go through the paperwork process, but when we returned he handed us our papers and said, “You’re done!”  Irijah was now the newest American.

We headed up the ramp to the excited cheers of fourteen
family members who made the welcoming trip to LAX.  It was nice to be home and back in the embrace of family.  After a quick round of pictures and everyone’s initial introduction to Irijah, we were ready to head out for some food and catch-up time. We congregated at a Shakey’s in Inglewood.  I never thought I would type that sentence, but there it is.  When everyone was seated and together, I made the announcement. “God has been writing this story of our family from the beginning, and though he has added several plot twists and turns, they have all worked out for
the best.  The latest very, very, VERY surprising addition to our family’s story… is due December 29^th.”

I enjoyed the collective gasp and shocked expression as everyone turned to Jill to confirm what they thought I was saying.  She was in tears, either from pregnancy hormones or the relief of not hiding it anymore, and then the rounds of hugs and congratulations began.  Our families all smiled and hugged us, overtly happy and semi-covertly thinking we’re crazy.  And we are.  Just to clear that up.  But God uses crazy people, so we’re in it for the long haul.

We got in the car with my parents and introduced Irijah to the concept of a car seat.  They don’t even sell them in China and we went two weeks without even wearing our own seatbelts.  I was nervous at first, but soon realized that there are so many people in China, there isn’t enough room to speed.  Any collisions that happen (and I only saw one the entire trip) are less violent and destructive that the crowded collisions inside any American store on Black Friday.  The new experience of the car seat was an
unwelcomed introduction, but after a lot of tears and protests, Irijah fell asleep and we drove to Bakersfield, arriving at midnight on California time and 3:00pm China time.  Our bodies and minds were completely out of tune.

And they still are.

It’s been a blurry couple of days at home so far; still trying to figure out which end is up, dealing with the police and our
broken-into home, and trying to help Irijah adjust to his new home and family.  It’s a slow process, but he is doing as well as can be expected.  He and Giahnna have already established their rivalry, competing for our attention and unleashing brutal stares at each other. It hasn’t come to blows yet, but I’m not ruling it out.  Layton and Holly are trying to play catch-up with a sibling they’ve been hearing about for five years and I think it is a
bit overwhelming to Irijah.  He’s running a fever, and I don’t know if that is because of all the emotional trauma or something else.  His first pediatrician appointment is Monday.

We lived for quite a while with three kids, and we lived for
two weeks in China with one kid.  I am still trying to wrap my tired brain around the fact of having four kids, oh and one on the way.  It’s crazy, but it’s all blessing.  It will make for a great
lifetime of stories, as we try to figure out how to make it all work.  I’ll let you know when I get it all figured out.  Don’t sit by the phone.

Thank you to everyone for your prayers and support in this
journey.  There’s just no way around it…  we could not have gotten this far without you, and I’m guessing we’ll continue to need your support in the form of prayer and a listening ear now and then. I know Irijah has a great story ahead of him, as all my kids do.  Thank you all for being a part of that.  This is not the end of the journaling.  Not even close.  There’s a book in the works.  Maybe two. Or twenty.  A stay-at-home dad of
five has to be a wealth of writing resource.
I plan to take full advantage.

See You Soon.

China Journal – Day Eleven

This is my last post from China, but the story doesn’t end.  There is much to be shared once we get home and our new family of six begins life together.  I think Irijah will be very happy to have a brother and sisters, and I know they will be just as happy to have him.  In no time, he will be right in the middle of all the sibling spats, I’m sure.  I’m just as sure that he will be able to hold his own.

Today was very relaxing, in spite of the break-in at home.  By the way, thank you to everyone who stopped by to check on the house, secure the door, and take care of the animals.  This morning, we slept in, mosied on down to breakfast, and then hopped in a cab to do a little more shopping and hanging with the locals.  We’ve met some very nice shopkeepers and hotel staff, and we enjoy interacting with them.  It was our first time taking the cabs without our guide and we fared pretty well, maybe even seemed like we knew what we were doing.  We continue to meet other adopting couples from all over the U.S.  We are spread among a half dozen or so hotels across the city, but most of us end up on Shaiman Island to shop and enjoy the atmosphere.

Today, I met Mark and Jenny, a Christian family who run a local gift shop.  Christianity is much more accepted in Guangzhou than it is in Nanning, and that is very encouraging, but there was still a bit of hushed trepidation when Mark asked me if I was a Christian.  I had been looking at a Bible he had for sale in his shop.  It’s a beautiful Chinese/English parallel, and I HAD to get it.  I want to write the date and place it was purchased inside, and then the date when I give it to Irijah when he is old enough to appreciate the sentiment of this copy.  Mark quietly asked if I was a Christian and he pointed to the Bible in my hand.  I said yes, and he smiled from ear to ear, saying “Oh, God bless you.  My whole family, we are Christian, and we are very happy to meet you.”  This was all in slow, calculated English, and I appreciated the effort very much.  He treated us very well and threw in some extras for Irijah.  We have an email address for them and I would love to email occasionally to share our prayers and best wishes.  They openly sell Christian items in a country that it is politically afraid of Christianity.  They seem to be doing fine, and I hope they continue to share.  It has to be hard, but like us, they are following a calling.  Mark wished us well and walked us out to the street, waving as we left.

We piled into a taxi and headed back to the hotel.  After a short nap, the phone rang.  It was Simon and he was on the way to the hotel with Irijah’s visa.  We waited for him in the lobby, and gladly took the last bit of paperwork we needed in China.  It’s done!  We also have a sealed envelope to present to immigration at LAX, with all the documents necessary (and already approved) to make Irijah our newest little American.  It’s a great feeling, as I’m sure you all can understand.  We then sat down with a kind woman in the hotel’s business center, and she called China Southern Airlines to confirm our seats for tomorrow.  We learned that China Southern typically overbooks their flights, and it is sometimes possible to find yourself without a seat on a plane you paid to be on.  However, if you confirm with the airline within seventy-two hours of departure, then you are good to go.  We are now good to go.  The paperwork is all done.  The only thing left to do is get on the plane with our new son and bring him home to you all.

We decided to go for a walk around the hotel before dinner.  We had no particular reason, except to just be outside and see Chinese life happening.  You can’t miss it.  There’s only like a billion and a half of them.  We’ve learned to calmly dodge cars and people just like the locals, and we’re pretty proud of ourselves for that.  While on our walk, we were reminded of a piece of reality.  We already are to the point that we don’t even notice that Irijah is different.  The rest of the world is not there yet.  A well-meaning Chinese woman saw Irijah (who really IS cute and an attraction for that reason) and came over to say hi to him.  She held out her hand and he put his hand in hers.  She instinctively flinched and pulled her hand away.  She even said “No, no, no,” like she didn’t want him to touch her.  I was a little upset, but she continued to walk along side us talking to Irijah, and eventually put her hand out again, and held his.  His personality gets him a long way, even at three.

We picked up some McDonald’s, which doesn’t sound that great until I tell you that they are the only restaurant in the area that serves their sodas with ice.  And we crave ice-cold drinks like nothing else.  So we are big fans of McDonald’s in China.  After our dinner, we strolled up to the pool.  Did I mention it is an outdoor pool on the fourth floor?  I can’t help but look up when I am on the first through third floors, hoping the pool stays where it is.  I guess that’s a little paranoid.  I mean, the first four floors are also holding the twenty-six above them.  Yet somehow the pool freaks me out.

It rained while we were in the pool, but you can hardly tell.  The rain is the same temperature as our bodies, as is the pool water.  We climbed out after this old man was tired from throwing Irijah in the air.  It was time to call it a day.  And it was a very nice day.

Irijah is sleeping.  Jill is sleeping.  I’ll be on my way to join them soon.  We’ve packed about half of our stuff.  We needed to purchase another carry-on suitcase.  I went out on my own this afternoon, which I really enjoyed with my new I’ve-been-here-for-nearly-two-weeks-and-feel-like-a-local ease.  I found a carry-on suitcase for 79 Yuan.  Divide by six and a half and you know how many dollars I spent.  Not bad.  You have to know where to shop.  There’s a wide range of price here, even from one block to the next.  At the hotel, a can of coke in the mini-fridge is 20 Yuan.  So for four cans of coke you can also get a suitcase.  It just depends on where you want to spend your money.

Tomorrow, we will finish packing.  We’re going to skype one more time with our kids and parents.  We’ll swim again, nap again, and wait for the bellboys to come get our luggage at check-out time.  Then Simon and our driver will pick us up and see us off at the airport.  We will take off on China Southern Flt 327 at 9:00 pm and land in Los Angeles two hours and ten minutes before we took off.  That’s all assuming the schedule happens as planned.  Irijah should sleep most of the flight, since it is an all night flight on China time.  Then we will have a whole new night in Los Angeles, and he will want to be awake for all of it.  Should be a lot of fun!

I don’t have any pictures from today.  We put the cameras away for this last relaxing day, so we could do just that… relax.  It was our time to be just the three of us.  Who knows when Jill, Irijah and I will get that again, if ever?  We enjoyed the time together, with no appointments, no schedule and no to-do lists.  I hope you don’t mind.

We will see you all soon.  In the near future, for you Bakersfield types, we’re going to schedule an afternoon/evening at the park, when everyone can come by and say hello to the new little guy.  You can say hello to us too, but I know we’re second fiddle in this scenario.  And that’s ok.

Signing off for the last time in China,

~kevin

China Journal – Day Ten

So, umm, today was an interesting one… on both sides of the world. We got up for an early breakfast before meeting Simon and heading to the American Consulate to finish our last bit of paperwork on this adoption. We needed to apply for Irijah’s visa to come to the United States. For the time being, he is still a Chinese citizen. With the paperwork we have filled out, he will be an approved and confirmed citizen of the U.S.A. once we clear customs at LAX.

I apologize if my writing is a bit scattered today. My mind is on home. More to come on that later.

So we were making our way through the consulate, passing a line with at least a thousand Chinese people in it trying to get the U.S. for one reason or another. We felt a bit like VIPs. We were corralled into a waiting room with about half a dozen or more other adopting families, including some of our old friends from Nanning. We are a Non-Hague convention case, which meant we still had visa fees to pay. Hague cases have already paid that in their different process. If you’re interested in the difference, let me know. It has to do with the fact that we have waited so long. So we headed off to the cashier window to pay our $404 for Irijah’s visa. Our agency told us to bring cash and that the Consulate will take American Dollars. We’ve had to pay in Chinese RMB (Yuan) everywhere else. Now, a little back story… banks and hotels will exchange your American dollars for Yuan, as long as you have crisp newer bills. They have a scanner that they’ve created, which tells them if they should accept our American currency, even though it is perfectly good in the U.S. We had no reason to believe that the American Consulate (good old fashioned American soil) would have a problem with any American currency. We only brought the $404 we needed in American cash, and didn’t care if the bills were perfect or not. So I was a bit shocked and little panicked when I saw the Chinese-made bill scanner at the cashier window. She scanned one of my hundred dollar bills and said it was no good. Five years, hurdle after hurdle, we’ve made it to the other side of the world and now you’re going to trip me up over a single piece of currency?! I don’t think so. We explained that was all we brought with us and I gave her my best I’m-on-American-ground-and-you-will-accept-my-American-money stare. Either it worked or she just doesn’t care about her own office policies. Whatever. She took it, and merrily sent us on our way.

Then we took an oath as a group, twenty or so of us with our right hands raised, and then the adoption center director of the consulate said “Congratulations to the newest members of your families.” Sweeeeeeeeeet. We had one more step. We had to have a face-to-face with one of the consulate officers to confirm that we are who we say we are. Dennis Green just popped into my head. You NFL fans know what I am talking about. We finished signing the visa paperwork and that was that! We will get his visa tomorrow (Wednesday) and then we’re packing for our trip home on Thursday! They don’t allow photography of any kind at the consulate, so you’ll just have to imagine our smiling and breathing-easy faces.

From there, we met up with the Staleys and Mogollons at the Guangzhou Zoo. The Maxeys had already left for St. Louis. The Guangzhou zoo was a treat; a hot, sweaty, sticky treat, but still a treat. We got to see the pandas, which are a popular attraction even for the locals. And you can get super close to the animals in this zoo. It’s not like Los Angeles or San Diego, where you’re separated by a twenty foot moat and the animals are a hundred yards away if they are even out. We literally fed the giraffes. Let me repeat that. WE FED GIRAFFES. Do you know how big a giraffe head is when it is eating out of your hand? And a giraffe’s tongue? Wow. That’s all I have to say. They zoo had a number of animals that I have only seen in pictures, or simply never seen at all. So it was a great experience.

After we all sweat off about five pounds at the zoo, we decided to test drive the Guangzhou subway. I’ve only really been one transit system, during my time in D.C., and I didn’t think that one was too bad. But I know enough to know that the Guangzhou subway is among the elite systems. It was VERY clean, very safe, and entirely efficient. My new buddy, Renan, is from Long Island and was simply raving about how nice it was, mostly because it didn’t smell like urine. We got off at the stop right in front of our hotel and said goodbye to the Staleys, who were beginning their trip home to Tennessee.

After a short nap, we suited up and took Irijah down to the hotel pool for his first ever swim. They have a convenient kid pool that comes up to his neck at its deepest and was perfect. He screamed and splashed in pure delight. We have grand dreams about the life we want to provide for our little boy, but it is the simplest things that make him happy. There is so much that he has not experienced. We are beyond lucky to be the ones who get to share those little joys with him for the first time.

We headed back up to the room and I hopped onto the computer real quick to see if anyone had emailed or commented on the journals (I love your comments by the way), and that’s when I got the message that our home has been broken into.

Helpless.

I feel truly helpless. Our friend who was taking care of our animals this week discovered that our house was broken into. Apparently the police have already been there, and we have to call them when we get back and have figured out what was stolen. Our neighbors discovered the break in and called the police. I know my computer was taken, because I had been logging on through that computer to bypass China’s internet blockade. So, theoretically, I can tell you exactly when the burglar(s) were there, because I know exactly when the computer was logged off (or the plug ripped from the wall, who knows). Other than that, we have NO idea what we are coming home to, what’s left, or what condition the house is in. At the moment, I do know that the locks are broken off of the front door and the house is unsecure; an open invitation for these guys to come back. I imagine they might come back even if the door was locked. We’re not home and they know it. This, of course, is not the situation we wanted to bring our new son home to. It’s not the situation we want to bring our other three children home to. But there is nothing we can do about it. It is what it is, and this dad will have to conjure up some peace of mind for his kids (and wife) when we get home. I will also be conjuring up my favorite Easton and taking batting practice on the next person who breaks into my home.

On to happier thoughts. It’s all we can do, right?

We met the Mogollon family for dinner. We’re the last two families left of our original group. We’ve enjoyed the whole group very much, but it was also nice to sit down with just one other couple for a meal and get to know each other better. There’s nothing not to like about the Mogollons. They are true Long Islanders and I’m sure you can pick them out in the group photo. Great people with great hearts. We found out they are also in the middle of a domestic adoption back in New York, and will complete that later this summer. I hope we are able to get to New York sometime to visit. We’ve bonded with ALL the families and would love to meet up again sometime. We sat down at a Thai restaurant outside the hotel, ordered drinks and six dishes, family style, and our bill was 280 Yuan (about $40) for all of us. You can really get some great food for great prices here in Guangzhou if you know where to look.

Then we walked back to the hotel, dodging taxis, buses and people to get across the street. The Mogollons are leaving at 5:30 in the morning. We apologized for the fact that we will not be getting up that early to see them off, and we said our goodbyes. Our four families are about as diverse as you can get, but each family is spectacular and a perfect fit for the little boys going home with them. I’ve really enjoyed making these new friendships and experiencing China with them.

That’s all for now. We’re anxious to get home (to whatever “home” is) and see you all.

God Bless!

~kevin

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