I’ve been evil and remiss about posting in my LJ. If there’s anyone out there who hangs on my every sagacious word, my sincerest apologies to you. (Um, Jesse, I guess that’s probably just you. So, “Sorry, Jesse.”) Well. It looks like I’m going to have to take a trip to Seattle. I know. You […]
Make mine a triple grande two-pump mocha. No whip. Read More »
Well, folks. As of last Thursday, my book manuscript is in the hands of my agent. All 252 pages, 71,000 + words of it. She’s supposed to read it this week. Then, if she’s satisfied it’s ready, she’ll start pitching it to publishers and film production companies. And the roller coaster climbs the next hill
a book and a blog and a pot-bellied frog Read More »
That previous post was mostly a nod to Luke, the Kryptic King. (That sounds a lot like Krispy Kreme, but I assure you they’re very different.) So. The signing. It was fun. It really was. The bookstore sold 40+ of my books during it. They were happy. I got to visit with lots of people.
She’s a modest pixie. Read More »
So. That’s what an author signing is like.
Then the pixie took her magic wand and sprinkled star dust on the robot. Read More »
Right now Scott Brunner, a photographer from the Marshall News Messenger, is taking pictures of me as I write. Talk about feeling like a Supermodel! (A real one, that is, as opposed to someone who trains young children to call her by that name.) Click, click, click. These pics are supposed to accompany an article
I spent April 2-6 at Mt. Hermon Christian Writer’s Conference. Part of me wants to share with all of you what happened there, but part of me is hesitant. Sometimes when other people receive particularly delightful blessings, I want so badly to rejoice with them — to share their happiness without a trace of jealousy
The winds have shifted, and the sails are full. But I’m not the captain of this ship. Read More »
ACK! I just checked my friend’s page. Too many postings, not enough time. Just so you’ll know, folks, I love you like you were all my very own relatives who live in Boston so I never see you but think of you whenever I eat baked beans. But, I will not be able to read
It’s funny. When I come here to write lately, I just can’t seem to think of anything amazingly insightful or interesting to say. Some smart aleck is probably thinking, “When did you ever say anything insightful or interesting?” All I have to say to that is, um, . . . nothing. Yeah. I’m pretty out
Too bad we can’t skip to the last chapter and take a peek! Read More »
George is excited. He typed my name into an author search on Barnes & Noble, and my book came up. He was so cute about it, he made me laugh. I love that he’s proud of me. George is adorable. This evening I’ve been working on choreographing a spotlight dance to “At Last”–the great old
joys like shooting stars, lovely, momentary, delightful Read More »
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