Ring, Phone, Ring, Part 2

It has been over four weeks since we got a phone call about children available for foster care, since it looked like we might be getting a newborn named Abraham. At the time, we consoled ourselves that it wasn’t meant to be, and the next time, surely, that would be the one for us. Over time, though, it began to get a little frustrating, even though logically we knew some day we’d get another call, patience was at a premium. This week, I’m on a tight deadline for the game I’m working on, so I consciously said on Monday, “This would be a bad time to be told there’s a baby available. I bet I get a call.”

And, of course, I did. Yesterday, five minutes before a big meeting, our social worker called to tell us about twins. A boy and a girl. Ten months old, currently in foster care but needing an adoptive home. I said yes, and then called Ian and said, “Twins. I said yes. I’ll give you the details later” as I rushed to the meeting. Bless him, he just said, “Okay, I’ll be waiting.”

Now we’re waiting again to see if we got accepted. Apparently, they’re collecting case files to see which family is most suitable. It may not be us.
On the novel front, really enjoying the latest rewrite. After the latest person came back and said he loved the book but was confused by the relationships between the (vast) cast of characters, I’m cutting with extreme prejudice and simplifying the relationships so they aren’t cousins and nephews and nieces of my main character, but direct descendents. What’s nice is that having fewer characters requires the characters who are there to do more, so they’re all getting richer and more interesting as I go.

So between that and the game, I’m keeping my myself busy while we wait for the call … Ring, phone, ring …