Writing Update: Pick Your Favorite

Hi friends,

It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged anything about my writing endeavors.

I have four picture book manuscripts that I am going to start querying to agents.

For fun, could you please pick the project/pitch that is the most interesting to you? The book you would most likely pick up for yourself and the children in your life. Please answer in the comment section below.

A) Elsie Goes to Work

During summer break, Elsie goes to work with her mother at a greenhouse. One day, she sees the most beautiful rosebush and wants it for her own. One problem, she may have neglected the last plant her mother bought for her, and now her mother won’t buy her another. She strikes a deal with the owner of the greenhouse: if she helps for the day, she can have the rosebush. How hard can work be? The reward of a job-well-done smells sweet, and Elsie learns that hard work pays off in more ways than one.

B) Mrs. Irish

When Anna’s friend, Mrs. Irish falls ill, Anna must take charge by making the cure for her friend. Anna learns that her mysterious older friend is a witch, and her magic goes wacky when she is sick. Finding the ingredients proves difficult when Anna must deal with a cantankerous cat and rogue fairies that see an opportunity to wreak havoc. Mrs. Irish’s enchanted cottage has been turned upside-down and Anna must cure Mrs. Irish before her house crumbles around them.

C) Cinnamon’s Foal

Hayden and her friends await the arrival of a new baby foal at the stable where they ride. Everyone is surprised and saddened when the foals mother dies during the birth. The girls work together to make sure the new foal has excellent care. By helping the foal, the girls realize that they are healing themselves by caring for the baby who needs them.

D) Animal Diner

Miles learns at school that he can be anything. He knows that he is destined to be a great chef. Nothing can stand in his way. Miles realizes that it’s going to be hard to cook when he isn’t allowed to use the stove or that he can’t reach the mixing bowls. He isn’t even allowed to be in the kitchen without adult supervision. Miles reverts to making food in his backyard. Mud pies and worm spaghetti are fun to make, but Miles yearns for someone to appreciate his skill. Just when Miles’ dreams of becoming a chef begin to fry, a surprise dinner party gathers to enjoy the feast that Miles has carefully arranged.

(Yes, its a bit odd I used my husband’s name for a protagonist but it just fit!)

Have a great day everyone!

-Rachel McKee


My Life in Numbers

2,255 unread emails.

3 cups of tea.

4 hours of uninterrupted sleep. (A huge win.)

0 books read since August.

1 surgery. (Wisdom teeth removed.)

1 four-month old.

1 two-year-old.

1 over-worked, amazing husband.

Overall, I’m tired, happy, sad, tired, lucky, crazy, exhausted, guilt-ridden, tired, scary, blessed.



WordPress Plans

Hi friends,

So, I’m almost maxed – out on data with my free WordPress plan.

Can you please tell me in the comment section below if you have something other than the free plan? What do you like and dislike about your plan?

Thank you for your help!



Picture Pick FriYAY: Pumpkin Patch

Last week our family visited a local pumpkin patch. I’m amazed at how much there is to do at a pumpkin patch now. I remember going as a kid and there were normally animals and pumpkins and that was about it. Now there are slides, and duck races (rubber AND real ducks)! The corn mazes are huge and elaborate. Some scary, some educational. There are corn kernel pits and blow up jump toys. It’s wonderful that people have made pumpkin patches so trendy, they are the greatest thing to happen for local farmers since the novelty of Christmas tree farms.

Here are some pictures from our pumpkin patch adventure this year. Miles and I took turns with the camera so these pictures are a mix of our varying talent.












Happy Friday everyone.




When I Grow Up

When I was five years old, I told people I was going to be a veterinarian, nurse, teacher, marine biologist, etc…

Little did I know that when I grew up I’d still be juggling career ideas. In fact, most people I know are still asking themselves “What will I be when I grow up?”….

I daydream a lot about what I’ll do/be when the little ones go off to school. Even what I could do while continuing to be a stay-at-home mother.

Here is my list:

Freelance writer (tried it but haven’t made any money).

High school English teacher.

Real Estate Agent.

Psychologist  (or family counseling).

I imagine myself in all of these roles, but I quickly talk myself out of all of them. For every career, I have five reasons not to pursue it. 

My heart swells over my dream of parenthood coming to fruition. Watching my babies grow and learn is incredibly fulfilling, but in the back of my mind I know that I can do more. I want more. I just can’t decide what that personal “more” is.

What are some of your “grown up” dreams?



30 Today

I turned 30 today.

I thought that this milestone birthday would have more of an emotional impact. I thought I would deeply reflect on the last decade (I’d say I glanced for a second downstream). I thought I might cry bitter sweet tears. Maybe mourn my youth a tad.

Honestly though, after going through the staggering, life altering experience of giving birth, again, turning 30 was just…. meh.

My husband and I took turns chasing our toddler and holding our newborn daughter. It was fun, it was frustrating, it was exciting, and exhausting. It was another day. With brunch. Yum.

I was humbled, as I am every year, from the out-pouring of love and we’ll wishes I received. That’s the best part of birthdays right? I feel blessed for my family and friends. 

So right now, in this little moment, I’ll celebrate my age with you.



Introducing, Baby Hayden!

Hi everyone, 

We have our baby girl. I’m so thrilled she is on this side now and I can look at her beautiful face.

We are all smitten (including big brother Leif).

Ofcourse my hormones are raging so I’m super emotional. You can expect a lot of gushy poems in the near future. 

(I was an emotional wreck when she held my finger for the first time while nursing.)

We still don’t have our new office set up. Miles is almost done building the desk. I promise I will be back soon. 

I miss you all.



Picture Pick FriYAY: Lyden Fair, Washington

I know it’s early for fair season, but I was going through old pictures and had to share some of the photos that Miles took back in 2009 when we went to the Lynden Fair in Lynden, Wa.

I’m a sucker for all things fair. My inner-child comes squealing out during fair season.


The little wing around the other baby duckling. I die.



I just love alpacas. They crack me up.


My dahlias are just starting to break through the soil. I can’t wait for them to bloom!


Happy FriYAY!




Picture Pick FriYAY: Spring

I posted a comment on Paul’s blog, windblownwords about spring.

I thought of my comment again today when I was strolling with a dear friend. (And by strolling I literally mean pushing our kids in strollers, not luxuriously walking idly by.)

Nature is stretching her branches and rubbing the frost from her eyes.

Happy spring. Happy FriYAY.