Barry White for frogs and completed book proposals

My agent has my next book proposal. Those are YA's and now I am free to work on my adult paranormal book proposal. But this evening, I took a little break and went frog hunting. Yes, you read correctly. I made the whole family come with me at around 9pm and hang out at the resident watershed pond and look at frogs. Okay, so I didn't actually 'catch' any frogs. My youngest wanted nothing to do with going outside because it was past his bedtime and my middle son freaked out when a frog jumped on his shoe. My oldest, showing more and more signs of becoming an official teenager made comments, in a deadpan, monotone voice such as "Oh wow, yeah, the frogs are so deafening," when I remarked how loud the frogs were. Yeah, good times.
But, their lack of enthusiasm could not damper my adventurous spirit. Armed with flashlights I saw dozens of little frogs, all croaking at the top of their lungs, looking for a little frog lovin' as mating season is upon them. When I mentioned this to the teen, she replied, "I am not waiting around and watching anything like that. Gross." I never thought of myself as the kind of parent who would take their children to the edge of a pond and demand they watch frog fornication but apparently, my daughter would disagree.
Needless to say, no frisky frog activity was identified and we walked back to our house, under the starry sky, asking the kids to identify different constellations. They could not. It's good to know those hours with star charts, a laser pointer and an elaborate glow in the dark night sky painted ceiling was worth it. sigh.
At least, I thought the frogs were cool.


